pertwk Chapter 93: [Dream Dance]
Chapter 93: [Dream Dance]
Chapter 93: [Dream Dance]After reading the letter, Selvaris staggered back, her face paling as if she’d been struck. For a moment, she seemed on the verge of collapse.
Then fury ignited in her eyes.
"That bastard... he dares threaten me, the Duchess of the South? I will—"
Her maid hurried forward, placing a steadying hand on her arm.
"Ma’am, please. Calm yourself. Think clearly. Your daughter... she’s still trapped. We must act carefully."
Selvaris shuddered, swallowing hard.
Slowly, the fire in her eyes cooled to a sharp, calculating glint.
She looked down at the bloodstained letter once more, lips trembling.
"One hundred thousand gold coins... nearly my lifetime savings," she whispered bitterly.
"I saved it all... for Selina’s future. Her bright future."
Tears welled and spilled down her cheeks.
"What did she do wrong?"
The maid stifled a snort, her gaze flickering with silent judgment.
Who told you to send her there, greedy woman?
But she masked her thoughts behind a veil of concern.
Selvaris’s face hardened, a new resolve settling in.
"That brat," she muttered through clenched teeth.
"He thinks himself a big shot now... Ha. Tomorrow, I’ll meet him. After I get my daughter back... I’ll end him. And his entire house."
A slow, bitter laugh escaped her lips, echoing softly through the dim room as the storm outside raged on.
***
Kael sneezed, wondering who could be missing him—then smiled to himself.
Must be one of my admirers.
Now, he stood amidst the swirling mist of the dream realm, the hazy shadows dancing around him and across from him stood Yue—arms crossed, face unreadable.
"You know the king will find out," she said flatly. "He has spies watching your every move."
Kael nodded calmly.
"And you don’t care?"
He chuckled.
"As long as I remain useful to him—especially in reaching the Devil—he won’t touch me. This is a matter between dukes. He’ll turn a blind eye."
Yue narrowed her eyes.
"You really don’t care about playing dirty, do you?"
"I’m just quicker at it than most." Kael’s smirk faded into something colder.
She stared at him, expression deadpan.
"Why go this far? Why make another enemy?"
Kael’s eyes turned sharp.
"If you’re too afraid to make enemies, how will you ever grow in this cursed world?"
Silence stretched between them.
Then, slowly, Yue nodded.
"...Alright. Let’s set that aside. We have forty minutes left. Let’s begin your training."
Kael nodded, grounding himself.
Forty minutes.
That was all he had in this realm—his current limit as a Rank 2.
He turned to Yue, impatience flickering in his eyes.
"So," he said.
"What is this style called? You’ve kept me guessing long enough. Reveal it."
Yue chuckled softly, folding her arms with an amused glint in her eyes.
"Impatient, aren’t we?"
Kael said nothing, his gaze steady as he simply waited, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire.
Yue sighed, then slowly opened her arms, presenting them with deliberate care.
"This... is called the Dream Dance," she said quietly.
From the corner of her eye, she glanced at Kael,
"You see?"
But Kael wasn’t replying. He was just staring at her—completely still.
Yue blinked. "...What?"
A faint flush rose to her cheeks as his silence dragged.
Kael snapped back to reality, waving a hand.
"Yeah, yeah—you’re awesome."