Chapter 506: Sucks To Be Unmanly

Chapter 506: Sucks To Be Unmanly



As Northern entered the door, a flood of light washed into his view, causing him to squint his eyes for a moment.

As he opened his eyes almost immediately afterwards, the scene of a grand library bathed in the soft, warm glow of amber light filtering from large, hanging orbs, unfolded before them. Towering bookshelves stretched upwards to the high arched ceilings, their dark wooden frames etched with ornate designs, giving the place an air of timeless knowledge and history.

The shelves were packed with ancient omnibuses, colorful spines of varying ages, and some loose books scattered across the plush red carpet that runs the length of the room, adding a touch of comfort and luxury.

Small alcoves featured well-worn wooden tables and chairs, giving the space a lived-in, scholarly atmosphere.

A few open books lay abandoned on the tables, their pages ruffled, while other papers and scrolls were stacked in neat piles, showing the recent presence of who might have studied there.

In the center of the library, a large, elegant desk of dark oak rested, set beneath a chandelier of glowing crystals.

The desk was cluttered with parchment, ink bottles, and quills, and at its center sat an intricately crafted brass lamp that illuminated the surface with a soft golden light.

To the side, a set of comfortable leather chairs and a low table invited deep discussions or private contemplation.

Behind the desk, a tall man, exuding an aura of authority and mystique, sat.

His eyes blazed with an intense violet glow, radiating an otherworldly energy that seemed to pulse with restrained power.

His sharp, chiseled features were accentuated by his slicked-back dark hair, which perfectly complemented his aristocratic demeanor.

Adorned in a sleek black suit, his attire was impeccably tailored, with a tie holding a gem of deep amethyst, shimmering with almost the same energy that emanated from his eyes.

The man crossed his legs and made his debut statement.

"Welcome to Tharion, young man. Do you find this place fascinating?"

Northern almost felt intimidated as the man's voice cut through the perfect silence in the room, velvet-like, yet carrying the force of a thousand storms behind it-a voice that could both comfort and threaten, depending on the situation.

Northern looked at him with hidden disdain.

The man, regardless, waited for Northern's response.

With a padded shoulder, Northern shrugged, sternly facing him and clearing his throat before

speaking.

"Well, I guess I can go first." Northern's voice resounded with an unusual, unpracticed, flawed and pretentious thickness.

He cleared his throat again, upon finding out how stressful it would be to continue in that

tone.

'Sucks to not have a manly tone honestly.'

"You are probably most curious about how I know that you guys are elves."

The man kept a straight, unfazed gaze glued to Northern.

Who continued, oblivious of the subtle pressure the man exerted.

"Well, I've had a few encounters, and I have an ability that lets me see the one thing you all have in common. The way of the wind is some kind of elven blessing, isn't it?"

The man raised his brows.

"Oh, I understand..." His baritone vibrated out.

"Well. Aside from that, what has led me to this point is the fact that I am looking for my mother, who happens to be an elf who was kidnapped some months ago. Her name is Eisha. All I just need is for you to find her for me and I won't concern myself in your matters."

For the first time since meeting him, the headmaster's expression changed, contorting with immense and terrific distress.

"What? You mean, the Lady Eisha was kidnapped?!"