Chapter Chapter120- We need to talk…

Chapter Chapter120- We need to talk...

"How was your trip, son?"

Valarie greeted her child as she sensed him approaching.

Seth couldn't help but feel a little bad for his mother seeing her tired expression and exhausted spirit which stole away her natural vigor and even her voice seemed hoarse slightly.

"It was beneficial."

Seth made his way up to his mother before standing behind her back. He led his hand toward the stiff shoulders of the Duchess before he began gently pressing them earning a soft sigh from the lady.

Valarie pushed away her work before she took out her glasses and leaned back on her chair to provide her son enough exposure and enjoy the blissful comfort as well. Her husband has massaged her various times in the past but nothing could beat those long fingers and firmness which Seth had.

The tension in her stiff muscles began to loosen up with his caress. It was such a delight to have a multi-talented and so caring son.

"Where is she, Mother?"

Valarie's expression stiffened a bit since she understood who Seth was talking about. Her muscles were still feeling the blissful sensation but the fact her expression so gravely shifted told Seth that his mother knows something.

"I sent her back to the academy since it was getting difficult keeping my hands away from her throat."

The slight murderous aura which enshrouded Valarie was enough to tell that Anabelle had a chat with the Duchess and the latter was far from pleased hearing Anabelle's words.

If not for Seth's promise, he knew his mother would have ended Anabelle right then and there but Seth couldn't allow it for some particular reasons.

"Are you planning to keep her, son?"

Valarie took hold of Seth's hand before urging him to take the seat near her. Seth obliged before he answered without contemplating much over his response.

She was not a brutal and heavy metal fighter like Arata but a graceful warrior who has refined her martial arts and sword arts through years and swung her blade countless times to gain such refined technique which took out her opponents within minutes.

Ciel has already cleared the fourth test and now only three were left before she could step on the stage and show the world that she was not born to just be a bride of some rich brat but have a future awaiting her as a swordsman.

'Isn't that... '

Ciel scrunched her eyes at a certain figure standing near the entrance who seemed oddly familiar. Ciel's eyes suddenly widened when realization dawned on her regarding the person's identity.

"Excuse me..."

She walked through the crowd which has formed around her, mainly congratulating her for the advancement. It was true that she appreciated people's support but right now Ciel could not think about anything other than to go talk to the person whom she saw dying a week ago.

"Anna?"

"Ciel...you can carry on. I can wait."

"What are you talking about, you idiot!" Ciel's eyes moistened slightly as she nearly jumped to hug her best friend who was trying to be modest after making Ciel dead worried for so many days.

Anabelle caught the girl with a small smile adorning her lips as her eyes also dampened a little. Despite her interest in the academy being attached to a single person, Anabelle could have never expected she could have made such a genuine friend when she first entered this place.

Both of them remained unmoving for a minute under varying gazes of the surroundings but no one came to tell them apart. While there were nobles who didn't want Ciel to mix up with a commoner, they didn't voice out their intention for fear of getting their tongue sliced.

In the brief minute, Ciel composed herself slightly before she separated herself from her friend, and with a heavy gaze, she didn't ask but commanded Anabelle.

"We need to talk."

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