Chapter 38: What Will Happen Will Happen

Chapter 38: What Will Happen Will Happen

"Father, where are we going?" Solid glanced up at Sebastian as they walked side by side through the halls of the Silva Estate.

The boy's unease was evident—and understandable, considering what had happened just moments ago.

Solid, along with Nebra, Noelle, Mimosa, Amara, and Aurelia, had been waiting quietly in the second-floor living area while Sebastian tended to Acier. They'd passed the time in restless patience, the tension in the air almost tangible.

Nozel and Dorothy had left earlier with Hilda, their engagement ceremony looming and preparations running on borrowed time. Jeeves and Alfred had followed shortly after, though not without first seeking Amara's blessing to excuse themselves—not that they truly needed permission, but old habits and respect ran deep.

An hour had passed before the door to Acier's room finally swung open. The six of them sat up immediately, only to freeze as Sebastian stormed out.

At first, they panicked, thinking something terrible had happened. But as they watched more closely, they noticed his expression wasn't one of anger—but something much closer to fear.

That only added to their confusion. Fear wasn't an emotion they associated with Sebastian Silva.

"Is Sister alright?" Aurelia had blurted, her voice trembling.

Sebastian, still visibly unsettled, stopped long enough to reassure them. "She's fine. You can go see her anytime."

Relief washed over them, though the mystery of his unease remained unsolved. And Sebastian? He offered no explanation. Instead, he cleared his throat and muttered something about needing to head out.

They thought that was the end of it—until Sebastian turned to Solid.

"Come with me," he said.

Solid froze. Never in his four years of life had his father asked him to go anywhere, let alone alone with him. Despite the changes in Sebastian's demeanor in recent times, the boy was still deeply intimidated by him.

At his core, Solid was still just a young child, his heart fragile and his resolve weak. No amount of etiquette lessons or strict early education could change that.

Sebastian didn't push, though. He waited. And when Nebra gave Solid an encouraging pat on the back, the boy swallowed his nerves and nodded.

He followed his father down the hall, staying a step behind, his tiny hands fidgeting nervously. After a moment, Solid mustered the courage to speak.

"Where are we going?"

Sebastian glanced down at him, his expression softening. "To my study."

Solid nodded stiffly, not daring to ask further. But his curiosity burned, and after a pause, Sebastian seemed to sense it.

"I recently hired a tutor for our house," Sebastian added after a beat.

Solid's brow furrowed. "What for?"

It was an odd announcement. House Silva already employed a full roster of highly qualified tutors, covering everything from arithmetic and etiquette to politics, history, and household management.

Did Father fire someone? Solid scratched his chin, his thoughts flashing back to his mother's recent questions. She'd been quizzing him on the lessons taught by his tutor on courting women, only to be completely unsatisfied with his answers.

He'd been crushed, hanging his head in shame at her disappointment. But Acier had reassured him gently, her voice warm and steady. This isn't your fault, Solid. It's the tutor's.

Even with her comforting words, the memory stung. He couldn't help but wonder—was this new tutor meant to replace his own? Or was there something more going on?

Solid glanced up at his father again, searching for answers in his calm but guarded expression.

Not knowing what thoughts were swirling in his son's head, Sebastian answered after a moment. "Trap Magic?"

Solid perked up, a hint of bewilderment creeping into his voice. "Why?"

For the past few months, Solid had been diving into the theoretical aspects of magical study, learning about different types of magic—recovery, creation, curse, sealing, barrier, transformation, and traps.

His tutor had dismissed traps outright, labeling them as overly complicated and too taxing to create, and therefore useless in battle. He'd even called them nothing more than party tricks for those with weak mana.

Solid had no reason to doubt his tutor.

As they rounded a corner, Sebastian finally spoke, his tone measured. "Traps are an interesting topic. Even if you never master them—or even use them—just knowing about them could make your life a lot easier down the line."

"How so?" Solid asked after a beat, his voice less hesitant than usual. He wasn't aware he was slowly growing more comfortable talking to Sebastian.

Sebastian smiled softly before answering with a serious tone. "One day, when you join the Magic Knights, you might find yourself on a dungeon capture mission or raiding some hideout. Those places are often riddled with traps. If you can identify and disable them before they activate, it could save you from a pitiful death or a crippling injury. And dungeon vaults? They're usually sealed with magical codes. If you understand traps and runes, you could hack the code, enter the vault, and secure the loot."

Solid nodded thoughtfully, then frowned and scratched his head. How could something like that be useless?

After a moment, he bit his lip and looked up. "Father?"

"Hmm?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

"Why... why did you only ask me to come along?" Solid hesitated, his voice uncertain. "Why not the others?"

Sebastian considered his response carefully. "Trap magic works by absorbing mana from the atmosphere to trigger it." He paused, reflecting inwardly. Though not quite to the extent of the Mana Method. "Our natural attributes make us much more compatible with this form of magic compared to Nozel or Dorothy."

Solid nodded but murmured softly, "What about Elder Sister?" Mist magic, a direct derivative of water—one of the four natural elements—seemed like it would make Nebra a fine candidate. She was older, more advanced in her magical studies, and in Solid's mind, she would benefit far more from this lesson.

He wasn't wrong.

Solid barely reacted as Sebastian suddenly extended a hand toward him. Just as his body tensed, expecting something stern, he froze at the soft pat on his head. It took him a moment to process the gesture, and when he looked up, he gaped at Sebastian in disbelief.

His father's face softened with a gentle smile.

Pausing mid-step, Sebastian spoke quietly. "Right now, yes—this lesson might benefit your sister more. But... I wanted to spend this time with you."

Sebastian sighed, watching as Solid's pupils dilated with a mix of emotions.

Since transmigrating into this world, Sebastian had taken time to bond with his wife and each of his children in unique ways.

Talks with Acier.

Doing Nebra's hair.

Holding Noelle.

Sharing secrets with Dorothy.

Walks with Nozel.

The only one he hadn't shared anything with was Solid.

It's about time I changed that.

After a moment, Sebastian's voice softened even further. "This is just the first session. Just sit in and try to absorb as much as you can. Don't worry if it feels overwhelming—I probably won't be much better. If you don't enjoy it, you can quit. I won't force you. Just... give it a chance, alright?"

Solid hesitated before nodding awkwardly, a strange warmth spreading in his chest. "Mm-hmm."

And so, the two continued walking, the space between them ever so slightly smaller.

As they approached Sebastian's study, the two noticed another pair standing stiffly in front of the door—a father and son, just like them.

Zara and Zora stood side by side, but they were a far cry from their usual peasant attire. Both wore matching blue vests and pants, clean and semi-luxurious, with a few tasteful buckles and white shirts adorned with thin black lines. Zara's hair was combed neatly back, and his facial hair was trimmed to perfection.

It was clear they weren't entirely comfortable in their outfits. Zara and Zora weren't the type to embrace luxury, even though their newfound wealth now allowed it. Their nature was one of practicality and saving every coin.

But Sebastian had made one thing clear: as the royal tutor of House Silva, Zara now represented the family in both actions and appearance. Dressing like a peasant was simply unacceptable. Sebastian wouldn't tolerate rumors of House Silva neglecting its servants or failing to provide them with even basic necessities like proper clothing.

When Sebastian initially offered to pay for their clothes, Zara declined. He was done accepting handouts. Instead, he'd simply asked for a recommendation to a good tailor, and from there, he'd handled it himself.

The pair noticed Sebastian and Solid's arrival and immediately bowed, their movements awkward. "Greetings, Lord Silva—"

"Please," Sebastian interjected, raising a hand to stop them. "As I've said before, I'm not one to care about formalities unless they're absolutely necessary. You only need to bow when we're in front of others. When it's just us, be casual and blunt."

Zara nodded stiffly, relief barely noticeable in his posture. He worked best in a relaxed environment. Forcing him to follow strict etiquette every moment would only slow their progress and make things unnecessarily tedious.

Straightening, Zara gestured to his son. "Would it be alright if Zora attended the lesson? He won't interfere or interrupt—he just wants to stay by my side and listen."

Zora had been glued to his father ever since Zara's near-death experience. Though he treated Sebastian with deep respect as the man who'd saved his father, Zora couldn't shake the fear that leaving Zara alone might mean losing him for good.

In addition, Zora had grown obsessed with magic and self-improvement after the incident. His dream of becoming the "ultimate warrior" consumed him, fueled by a desire to root out corruption in the Magic Knights and across the kingdom.

Sebastian nodded coolly. "Not a problem."

In fact, he welcomed Zora's participation. Good students often elevate others, and if Zora's enthusiasm inspired Solid, the results would come faster.

Sebastian turned to Solid. "I trust it won't be an issue for my son to join as well?"

Hilda's words hung heavy in the air.

"Marriages into noble families are not unheard of, but they are exceptionally rare. Typically, such individuals undergo years of preparation to withstand the pressures of this life. But thanks to your actions, Dorothy has little more than three weeks to learn what most take a lifetime to master. She faces countless sleepless nights ahead, all because you acted too soon."

Nozel grit his teeth, the weight of her words and his own impulsiveness pressing down on him. He opened his mouth to protest once more, but Hilda anticipated his thoughts.

"You left Master Silva no choice," she said coldly. "One does not announce an engagement in the sacred courtroom before the entire aristocracy without the implication that the ceremony will follow shortly. At most, your father could delay it for a month before rumors began to spread—rumors of your fiancée's inadequacy or of your engagement falling apart."

Nozel's jaw tightened as guilt surged within him. His gaze flicked to Dorothy, who looked both determined and vulnerable. He turned back to Hilda, speaking with newfound resolve.

"I'll talk to Father. I'll push it back a week."

Hilda shook her head. "Not an option. Invitations have already been sent to several noble houses. Delaying the event would signal that House Silva cannot honor its commitments, further disgracing us."

"I'll take responsibility," Nozel snapped, cutting her off. "The blame lies with me. I'll make it clear this has nothing to do with House Silva—"

"That is a naive thought, Young Master," Hilda interrupted. "As the nominal heir, your actions and House Silva's reputation are inextricably linked. No amount of excuses will change that."

Nozel's frustration reached its peak, but before he could respond, he felt a soft touch on his cheek. Startled, he turned to see Dorothy gazing at him with a gentle, loving smile.

"Nozel, let's keep practicing," she said softly.

He furrowed his brows and shook his head. "Why? You don't need to. Trust me, Father and I will handle this—"

He froze as Dorothy placed her other hand on his cheek, her smile unwavering.

"I can do this, Nozel. Give me a chance."

Nozel gaped at her, his protests faltering. "I believe you, but you don't have to push yourself—"

Dorothy's firm voice cut through his hesitation. "Nozel! Aren't I part of this family too?"

He stiffened, nodding after a beat. "Of course you are."

"Then let me do my part. I can't just stand by while you and your father shoulder everything for my sake."

Nozel's mouth opened to argue, but Dorothy pinched his cheeks, pouting as she scolded him. "Didn't you say we're partners? Didn't you say you wanted an equal by your side, not someone you have to shelter?"

His heart skipped a beat as he nodded stiffly.

"Then let me prove it. I won't let anyone down, as long as you don't give up on me," she said, her voice brimming with determination. Her smile brightened. "Besides, with you helping me, there's no way I'll fail!"

Nozel flushed and nodded, speechless. Dorothy turned back to Hilda and performed a flawless curtsy.

"Ms. Hilda, we're ready to resume practice."

Hilda's icy demeanor softened for the briefest moment, the corners of her lips quirking upward. Without a word, she raised her arm and stepped back.

The music began once more, filling the hall. Nozel and Dorothy took their places, linking hands as they resumed their dance with renewed vigor.

Acier's Wing

Night blanketed the Silva estate, the halls bathed in shadows broken only by the flickering glow of Sebastian's candle. Dressed in simple white cotton nightwear, he moved with slow, measured steps, his slippers whispering against the rugged floor.

As he neared Acier's door, the cold air outside seemed to seep into his resolve. His hand hovered over the doorknob, but he hesitated, stepping back.

Pacing in the dark corridor, Sebastian wrestled with himself. I could just leave. Surely, she wouldn't go so far as to hunt me down, would she?

He glanced at the faintly glowing hands of his pocket watch. It's not even 11 yet. I don't have to step inside a second earlier than necessary.

Despite the reassurances, his mind spun with scenarios, none of them particularly appealing. A desperate idea struck him: Maybe I should bring Noelle. If we frame it as "family time," Acier wouldn't try anything in front of her baby. She couldn't possibly send Noelle away either, could she?

Surely, her obsession with me can't exceed her love for her children. Right?

Just as he convinced himself to walk away, a melodic voice rang out from behind the door.

"How much longer are you going to make me wait, Sebby? Should I drag you inside myself?"

Sebastian froze, cold sweat running down his back. How does she know I'm here?!

For a fleeting moment, hope sparked. Could her mana sense have recovered? Any other time, that thought would have brought him immense relief, a sign of her improving health.

But now, it felt like the Grim Reaper had spoken.

With a resigned sigh, Sebastian straightened his shoulders. Let's just get this over with.

He opened the door, stepping inside with his head bowed, his movements stiff and awkward.

When he raised his gaze, his breath caught.

Acier stood in the center of the room, bathed in silvery moonlight that spilled through the window. She wore a flowing white gown, modest yet ethereal, covering her entirely save for her feet, hands, neck, and face. Her untied silver hair cascaded down her back, shimmering in the moon's glow.

Her lavender eyes sparkled with fondness as she smiled softly, a warmth that pierced through Sebastian's flustered thoughts. Most striking of all—she looked healthier than he'd seen her ever since transmigrating, the frailty he had come to associate with her entirely absent.

Sebastian's lips parted to speak, but Acier chuckled, her voice honey-sweet.

"Lilith's spell hasn't come undone," she explained lightly. "I just asked her to add a feature so I could turn it off and on as I please."

She had been turning the spell off as a nightly ritual, examining herself in the mirror to gauge her progress. Though her health was indeed improving, Acier sought tangible proof of her recovery. She was certain she was in the final stages, needing only to deceive Megicula's lingering mark on her soul, so her bloodstream could be completely purified.

Acier stepped forward, her hands resting casually behind her back. She stopped just before Sebastian, tilting her head up to meet his eyes.

"How do I look?" she asked softly, her smile never faltering.

Sebastian found himself transfixed, caught in Acier's radiant presence. His mind wrestled with what to say. Beautiful, he wanted to respond, but the word that escaped his lips was:

"Healthy."

It was unclear whether it was his own embarrassment or the residual traits of the original Sebastian holding him back.

Instead of disappointment, Acier's smile widened. She glanced toward the bed and gave a subtle nod.

Sebastian followed her gaze and noticed the bed neatly prepared for two. The setup was unmistakable: two sides, two pillows, clearly meant for a couple.

His brow twitched, and he turned to Acier with a flat expression.

"The near side is mine," he declared, his tone firm. His face betrayed a silent warning: Try anything, and I'll be out the door in a flash.

Of course, he'd never admit the real reason—he wanted her by the window so she could enjoy the fresh breeze, worried her cursed condition might make her sweat during the night.

That admission would have been far too embarrassing.

Acier let out a soft chuckle. "That's fine," she agreed easily.

Sebastian sighed as he moved past her, setting the candle down on the bedside table. He slipped off his slippers, sat down on the mattress, and stretched out. The covers swished lightly as he pulled them over himself, his gaze fixed toward the right side, expecting Acier to settle into her spot.

But nothing happened.

Instead, Sebastian froze as he felt the mattress shift. The unmistakable sensation of someone crawling over him snapped his head back to the left.

"Acier, what are you doing—"

His words died in his throat as Acier straddled him, gently pushing him down by the chest. Her serene smile never faltered as she leaned in, her silver hair cascading around them.

"This spot is mine," she murmured with a soft chuckle, settling herself comfortably atop him.

Sebastian's face flushed crimson, his breath catching as Acier rested her head on his chest. After a moment, she shifted, propping her chin on his chest to look up at him with an enchanting gaze.

Then, slowly, she slid higher, her face now directly above his, the space between them narrowing with every passing second.

"Hey, Sebby?" she whispered, her fingers trailing gently along his cheeks.

Sebastian gulped, his heart pounding in his chest. "W-what...?"

Acier paused for a moment, her lavender eyes locking with his. Then, she closed the distance until their noses touched, her hands cradling his flushed cheeks.

Her voice dropped to a hushed whisper, soft but piercing.

"Do you love me?"

Sebastian froze.