Chapter 102 : A mother’s worry and Alicia’s choice
The room was a strange mix of antiquity and grandeur. Towering bookshelves stretched toward the high, dome-shaped ceiling, crammed full of dusty tomes and glowing scrolls.
Golden runes pulsated faintly on the marble walls, etched so intricately that they seemed almost alive—breathing with power, whispering secrets long lost to the ages. A fireplace crackled softly, throwing flickering light over arcane diagrams hovering midair.
This was the office of Professor Rick—a legend in rune studies, feared and respected in equal measure.
At the center of the room, a wide oaken desk sat like a throne, behind which the professor lounged in an overly stuffed, rune-stitched chair. Rick looked to be in his late fifties, his grey-streaked beard trimmed with military precision. He sipped tea calmly from a porcelain cup, his expression unreadable.
Across from him sat a teenage boy with silver hair and narrowed eyes—Alex Dragonheart. He leaned back in his chair like a hostage trying not to provoke a lunatic, arms folded and gaze suspicious.
The silence stretched.
Then Professor Rick broke it with a light chuckle. "I must apologize for my earlier... outburst."
He set his cup down gently.
"My geni—I mean, Alex. It’s just... when I saw the way you used aero scripting—I simply couldn’t help myself. You’re something else."
Alex sighed, a long, drawn-out breath as if this wasn’t the first time someone had lost composure around his brilliance. "It’s okay, Professor. Even geniuses like yourself can be overwhelmed when faced with someone as amazing as me."
At that, Rick just stared at him blankly.