Chapter 339: A Sister’s Anguish
That evening, mother and daughter found themselves sharing a room—not out of choice, but necessity. The manor, though noble in structure, offered limited accommodations. They were assigned Lara’s old room.
Jethru had long intended to expand the estate, but his vision for education took precedence. The school he was building had claimed both his resources and his focus.
Lady Freya, however, welcomed the arrangement. A rare chance, she thought, to rekindle a closeness with her daughter—both in heart and in presence. As they settled into the quiet room, she found comfort in the soft rustle of linens and the warmth of Lara’s company.
Elsewhere on the grounds, Hephastus and the Norse guards had been housed in the martial arts dormitory. Few students had enrolled—Calma, after all, was a small, unassuming town—but it lent the manor a sense of readiness and discipline.
As the night deepened, Freya moved to the edge of the bed and sat beside Lara, who was quietly reading a letter.
"What did your father say?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
Lara passed her the letter, and Freya’s brow furrowed as she read. "Your father and Gideon have reached Carles safely. But Estalis is stirring again. That damn Heimdal... I suppose he foresaw this, which is why he granted Carles to your father as his fief."
Lara gave a contemplative hum. "Carles is a strategic stronghold. If I were the king of Estalis, I wouldn’t surrender it easily either—especially with the natural barrier between Carles and Northem."
"By the way, Mother, Master has sent back a message that we haven’t arrived yet. I hope that Father could send another message so he is aware that we are fine."
"How could a falcon even find this place?" Freya added, brows raised.
"They trained it," Lara said. "Bener and Galahad came here last month. They thought I had returned."