Chapter 114 Getting Answers [part 2]

Chapter 114 Getting Answers [part 2]

Annette's jaw dropped, her eyes wide with disbelief.

'What?'

As a master, she had graduated from being a regular drifter.

The true journey of realizing a drifter's power and might began when they entered the vagrant rank and became masters.

Their soul essence became much more potent, enabling abilities like spiritual release. A vast repertoire of new abilities opened before them.

Not just that, but their senses of perception and physical capabilities heightened incredibly.

They could hear ten times better than a regular drifter, their bodies restructured and imbued with extraordinary strength.

Their talents took unique routes, setting them apart from the rest.

This made masters exceptionally formidable opponents.

In other words, they were the beginning of what it truly meant to be a drifter.

There was no way a regular drifter's movements should have escaped Annette's keen eyes.

Distracted or not, it was simply not possible!

A bead of sweat trickled down her flushed face as she froze mid-motion, almost standing up.

All she felt was a gust of wind; she hadn't even seen the boy move at all.

'How? This makes absolutely no sense...'

Northern's speed was terrifying, defying any reasonable explanation.

She would have assumed he possessed a speed-based talent if she hadn't witnessed his Cloning ability firsthand herself.

'Come to think of it... he was also fast that day... but not enough for me to worry.'

Back then, Annette had merely considered Northern physically impressive for his age.

'Still... this view is so nice,' a sly smile curled her lips as she settled back into the plush sofa.

Northern shot Gilbert a sidelong glance, pressing the black stiletto against his throat before he could move.

"Answer me!" Northern shouted furiously, the wind whipping violently around them, carrying his anger.

Gilbert's voice rang out, "While you're correct about certain things, you're also mistaken about others. I'm not obligated to inform you of anything except what pertains to our survival on this treacherous continent."

He wiped the blood from his neck with a black handkerchief, dropping it onto the table.

"Now, will you allow me to bring you up to date on the current situation and how we can return home?"

Annette frowned at his words but stayed silent. Speaking to the old man previously had proved futile.

Right now, she just wanted to escape this place and cut all ties.

To her, Gilbert had gone from an iconic figure she admired to a senseless lapdog over the past few months.

Of course, she didn't know the depth of his connection to Rughsbourgh, nor did she care.

The Gilbert she thought she knew was a man who stood up for the weak, no matter the opposition.

Now...she wasn't even sure what she knew anymore.

"I would still like to know though..." Northern's casual tone was at odds with the lingering aura of danger around his deceptively relaxed demeanor.

"Were you all sent to a rift like me?"

Gilbert studied him for a few moments, finding the sudden mood shift strange, before responding,

"No...of all of us, you were the only one..."

Northern smiled, though there was nothing warm about the expression.

"Alright... now you can brief me on the current situation and how we can go back home."

Gilbert frowned. 'That smile is deeply disturbing. I can't read him at all.'

Even Annette eyed him with surprise.

She could tell he was up to something, though she couldn't discern what.

And again, she couldn't get over the level of composure he maintained.

While seated behind him, she had considered every possible attack pattern, but Northern remained so composed that they all proved futile in her mind.

He had no openings!

She couldn't help but wonder, 'What in the world happened to you in that rift?'