Chapter 146: Amon and Amelia [2]

Chapter 146: Amon and Amelia [2]



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"I just remembered but, it's your familiar ceremony the day after tomorrow isn't it?" Amelia asked.

Amon nodded.

"Yeah, it is."

"Take it easy, don't worry about it and good luck." She wished him luck and he subtly smiled.

"Thanks, though I hope my luck pays off." He sipped his tea.

Amelia smiled and leaned closer.

"Hehe - Don't worry about it, you can beat Dad's requirement."

Amon's eyes widened as he stumbled to control himself.

This girl...

He knew she was getting close so that Elizabeth wouldn't know about the deal but still...

What's more surprising and not surprising at the same time was Arthur telling Amelia.

The surprising part was that Arthur hadn't expected it to tell anyone.

But the non surprising part was then again that it was Amelia, his daughter that he treasured with his life.

it made sense that she'd know about it.

Amon controlled himself.

"Welp, only time will tell."

Amelia nodded.

"Yup, also speaking about events, you know about the cultural festival coming up right?"

Amon nodded, looking at Amelia who had a spark in her golden eyes.

She really loved culture and fashion.

"Nice, do you intend to participate in it?" she asked and Amon looked at his tea, pondering.

In all honesty, he didn't really have problems participating in any activity.

"How many can a person do at max?" He asked her and she replied back instantly. "4."

Hmmm...

It was easy enough to choose.

He could take part in cooking, music, maybe some sports and another one...

"Yeah, I'll participate." He told her. There was no downside in it so why not?

Amelia nodded with a smile.

"Great, our club will also do a circus and magical show, so if you want to, feel free to check it out." She told him and he nodded.

He was reminded that Amelia's element was [Blood], just like him.

But her element was a [Maker] type rather than him.

Not only that, but she was probably the strongest [Blood] user student on the campus right

now.

Because of that element, it wasn't surprising to imagine her doing tricks with it.

He would check it out if he had time.

They were normal, no change or rise in them.

A certain part of her was even disheartened.

Did what he did yesterday have no effect on him?

She didn't make useless assumptions about him.

She wasn't someone to doubt him for it or hold it for long as well.

But for someone who was used to reading those fantasy stories, it left her a little...

Disheartened?

She didn't know.

Just that every time she saw his calm sea of emotions, it threw her into a messy array that she

was never able to come out of.

It was because of this that she was unable to control her actions around him.

She was unable to sort out her thoughts and even though Amon asked her about it multiple times, that stoic gaze always replayed that memory back in her head.

Because of that, the only way for her was to seal her interactions with him until she could sort

it out.

But today, she was left surprised once again.

It was the interaction between Amelia and Amon.

When they were walking toward them from the corner of the shop...

She saw it.

That surprised look on his face and that rise in emotions.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had last seen it.

But not only that but also their further interactions.

She saw Amelia elicit more reactions out of him than she saw him displaying towards her in a

month.

That irritated glance.

And even when talking, how Amelia and he were so engrossed in their conversation.

How he even subtly smiled at her questions and responses.

How she was getting close to him.

It just felt...

uncomfortable.

Hell with it, she thought.

She finally caved into herself.

She wanted him to notice him as well.

Wasn't she sitting there as well?

Yes, it was her fault for running away but she wanted him to give her more attention.

It felt uncomfortable to her. That distance between Amelia and Amon.

And not being able to bear it anymore, she spoke up.

"Aren't you too close to him?" She gestured with her eyes.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om