Chapter 308 - Baptism
Arlene regarded Scarlett in silence, her expression neutral. “You’re here to learn from me?”
“…Yes. That is correct,” Scarlett said, studying her closely.
For a moment, Arlene’s eyes narrowed, as if peeling back layers of meaning in Scarlett’s words. Then her expression eased slightly, and she gestured to the open space before the porch. “Show me what you can do.”
Scarlett watched her for a second longer before lifting her hand with practiced ease. Dozens of tiny fire threads intertwined in hypnotic, intricate patterns, forming a fiery whirlpool. She had performed this exact demonstration more times than she could count.
Arlene observed with a thoughtful expression, then finally nodded. “That’s enough.”
Scarlett dismissed the flames.
“I’ll teach you,” Arlene said, rising from her seat. Scarlett knew from experience that a sparring session would come next. But that wasn’t why she was here.
She stepped onto the porch, her head level with Arlene’s. “I am not here for that kind of training.”
Arlene cocked her head, considering her curiously. “No? Then what might you be here for? If it’s my baking secrets you’re after, I’ll have to disappoint.”
Scarlett held her gaze, silence stretching between them. “…I spoke with Delmont.”
The light mirth in Arlene’s eyes dimmed, leaving them quiet and distant. “…Oh? I wouldn’t have thought he’d know how to find me. Even less that he would send someone like you in his place. Did he have anything particular to say?”
Scarlett hesitated, observing her. For a fleeting moment, she considered saying nothing. To simply…ignore it.