Chapter 315 [Event] [Dolphian Kingdom Under Ruins] [1] Wingmaning For John

Chapter 315 [Event] [Dolphian Kingdom Under Ruins] [1] Wingmaning For John

"You are leaving?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes, dear," Mom said, donning a coat. "I was called to Edenis Raphiel with all the other Heads. We have an important meeting."

"I see. Well, have a good trip," I said with a smile.

Mom grinned and stroked my hair. "Thanks. I need some reassurance since I'm going to hang around these annoying fellows."

By annoying fellows, you mean the other Heads, Mom?

"Please, Mom, don't create another problem and restrain yourself," Christina pleaded.

"You should trust your mother on that, young girl," Mom sulked and embraced Christina. "Take care."

"I will, Mom. Leave the Kingdom to me," Christina said confidently.

Oh, without Mom, Christina had to remain in the Kingdom to take care of it, I see.

"You too, Amael," Mom hugged me tightly and patted my head again. "Take care of yourself and of your sister too."

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Goodbye, big sister!" Annabelle then rushed to Mom and hugged her.

"Come here, little girl!" Mom caught Annabelle, even though she already looked like a twelve-year-old. "Promise me to study diligently while I'm away."

"I will!" Annabelle nodded her head.

"Then I will keep my promise too," Mom said, glancing my way.

Huh?

What promise?

Annabelle cast a resentful glance my way before averting her gaze in a sullen manner.

"Samara, promise me you'll safeguard our family, alright?" Mom's request was met with a nod and a gentle smile from Samara, who received a pat on her head.

"Time to go!" Mom exclaimed, vanishing in an instant, inadvertently sending plates clattering on the table.

"Mother! Oh!" Christina exclaimed, visibly distressed.

"I'll handle it, my lady," Blaire swiftly cleared the mess, earning gratitude from Christina, who, in turn, prepared to address the city's pressing matters.

"Have a nice day, sister," I said, concluding my pancake breakfast.

Christina grinned and playfully flicked my forehead. "Best of luck on your last exam for the trimester, little brother."

"Thanks," I replied, watching her departure. Turning to Samara, I urged, "Stay with her in my absence."

"Are you that scared, Johnny?" I shouted.

"Fuck off," he showed me his middle while joining his group.

A true tsundere.

Smirking, I shifted my gaze elsewhere.

Oh.

Celeste found herself teamed up with Lykhor, and the two engaged in serious discussion about their exam.

Turning my attention to Alvara, I observed her alongside her brother, Allen, who had evidently recovered from my earlier altercation. His usual smirk had vanished, and he now stood with his head lowered, resembling one of Alvara's loyal dogs. Alvara, true to form, remained aloof, hanging around her umbrella without sparing a glance for her three groupmates standing silently behind her.

Shifting my gaze again, I spotted Elizabeth.

Right...

We shouldn't make this awkward...

Numerous eyes were still fixed on us, observing our interactions.

"Well, good luck, Elizabeth," I said, approaching her.

"To you as well, Amael," Elizabeth replied before surprising me with a soft embrace. Her emotional control surpassed mine, evident in her composed demeanor.

Returning the hug, we both retreated simultaneously, a shared flashback crossing my mind as soon as I touched her.

"Um, I'm leaving... good luck, Amael," Elizabeth said, departing with a slightly flushed face.

"R-Right," I nodded, equally embarrassed, and sighed as the awkwardness lingered.

It's fine.

I will get used to it.

I hope.

Now...

Another sigh escaped me as I turned around, reserving my attention for the most challenging member of my group.

Seated on the bench while the others engaged in conversation, Alicia Angelica Raven caught my eye. She tenderly cared for her rapier on her lap, wearing an indifferent expression that made it unclear whether she even noticed the group assignments.

Setting aside the apprehension of our other two groupmates, I decided to confront the situation and approached her. The atmosphere was tense, and others seemed too intimidated to approach either of us.

Well, I couldn't blame them for that.

"We're in the same group," I spoke to Alicia once I stood in front of her.

Alicia's pale hand paused in its work, and she raised her gaze. Her nearly cold, indifferent crimson eyes locked onto mine.