Chapter 81The shabby cabin stood alone in the deserted outskirts of the kingdom, its worn-out wooden planks unable to hide the secrets that lingered within. The night was cast in shadow, a cloak of darkness that seemed to wrap itself around the figure standing just outside. Their presence was enigmatic, a silent observer of the world around them. The sound of footsteps echoed as Aeron departed, leaving behind an air of tension in their wake. It was then that the figure, slowly and deliberately, stepped forward towards the cabin, and with a swift motion, removed their cloak.Pelenore, consumed by his task, barely glanced up, his voice laced with contempt as he spoke. "Baron? What brings you here?" His eyes remained focused on the task at hand, his hands skillfully arranging the potions on the crude wooden table."Father!" Baron's voice rang out, brimming with anger. Pelenore finally looked up, his gaze meeting the piercing eyes of his estranged son. There was a flicker of disappointme

Chapter 83Simon handed Myra a cup of steaming hot coffee, which she accepted gratefully. Her tired eyes showed the weight of sleepless nights that had taken their toll on her. He settled down next to her, concern etched across his face."Why didn't you scream, Myra?" Simon asked softly, his voice filled with worry. "The neighbors might have heard and come to your rescue."Myra sighed, her gaze fixed on the steam rising from the cup in her hands. "I didn't have the chance, Simon. The burglar knocked me out before I could react."Simon's regret was evident as he replied, "If I had known, I wouldn't have gone for that meeting. I would have been here to protect you."Myra placed a hand on his knee, reassuringly. "Don't beat yourself up about it, Simon. I'm fine. It's just a traumatic experience."Simon's concern deepened as he inquired, "Did the burglar take anything?"Myra hesitated, her thoughts briefly drifting to the harrowing details of the attack. She decided against divulging thos

Chapter 85The dimly lit cave felt endless as Pelenore and Aeron navigated through the winding tunnels and treacherous passages. The walls were made of jagged rocks that glowed with an eerie blue light, casting strange shadows along their path. The air was thick with dampness, and the sound of dripping water echoed through the labyrinth.Aeron's breathing grew heavy, his footsteps becoming slower and more labored with each passing minute. He looked up at Pelenore, his mentor and guide, with exhaustion etched onto his face. "Father, when do we get there?" he called out, hoping for a ray of hope to lighten his burden.But instead of the comforting response he had anticipated, Pelenore's voice dripped with a coldness that pierced his heart. "You have lost the right to address me as father," he snapped. "You must earn it back. So for now, it's Great Wizard or Pelenore to you."Aeron's hurt cut through him like a sharp blade, but he remained silent. Deep down, he believed that maybe he did

Chapter 87Aeron paced back and forth in front of Pelenore, his emotions a volatile mix of anger, desperation, and disbelief. He couldn't believe that he had come to Pelenore for help, only to be met with indifference. The room was tense, the air thick with pent-up frustration.Finally, Aeron stopped in his tracks and turned to face Pelenore directly. The words came out in a rush, his voice trembling with intense emotion. "Are you trying to help me or punish me?" he yelled. Pelenore, who had been nonchalantly focused on his potion-making, finally looked up, his expression unreadable. "I don't understand what you mean, Aeron," he replied calmly.Aeron's frustration grew, and he ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. "I came to you for help," he said, his voice tinged with desperation.Pelenore continued to focus on the potion he was making, seemingly unfazed by Aeron's outburst. He finally looked up, a faint crease lining his forehead. "I still don't understand what you mean," h

Chapter 89Aeron's heart felt heavy as he walked into Pelenore's cabin, his steps slow and hesitant. He looked worn, his face pale and stained with tears. Pelenore, sitting at his desk, glanced up at Aeron but said nothing. He didn't even acknowledge Aeron's obvious distress.Aeron couldn't take the silence any longer. "You knew, didn't you?" he asked softly, his voice carrying the weight of betrayal. "You knew they had Myra, that's why you asked me to let her go, isn't it?"Pelenore remained unresponsive, his gaze fixed on the documents spread out before him.Unable to bear the tension any longer, Aeron sank to the floor, his back against the wall. Emotion overwhelmed him, and he vented his frustrations. "Why did they have to bring Myra into this? She has nothing to do with it! She's innocent!"Pelenore finally broke his silence, his voice calm and unmatched by the turmoil in Aeron's heart. "It is because they know she's your weakness," he said matter-of-factly.Looking up at Pelenor