Chapter 51: Caelan and Tharion Arrive
Night eventually fell, and Dusk had barely eaten anything all day. He refused Lysandra’s offer of food, giving the excuse that he wanted her to witness a miracle.
In front of her house, a luxurious carriage pulled up. From it stepped down an elderly man with an air of nobility, followed by a younger man radiating an extraordinary aura.
"Father, how much do you actually believe in what the girl said?"
The speaker was none other than Caelan, Lysandra’s father.
Tharion stroked his long silver beard, his deep gaze resting on his granddaughter’s house.
Hidden within his eyes was a glimmer of hope—faint, yet unwavering.
"You really have to ask? The moment we decided to come here, we were already prepared for whatever outcome awaits us. If what she says is true, then there is nothing better for us. If it turns out to be false, then at worst, it’s merely a visit to my beloved granddaughter," the old man replied calmly.
Caelan nodded at that. He wasn’t overly worried about this meeting, but what did concern him was the possibility that his daughter was being deceived.
"If that brat dares to trick my daughter, he’d better be ready to pay the price. She claims he’s a wanted criminal who’s actually a good person. That sort of logic sounds questionable to people like us who’ve seen too much of the world," Caelan said, his tone laced with suspicion toward Dusk.
From within his sleeve, something slightly reflective caught the light.
Of course, it wasn’t a mirror—it was a dagger, carefully concealed.
Even though he knew Dusk was gravely injured, Caelan’s years of experience taught him never to underestimate dangerous people, even when they were wounded.