Chapter 76: A practitioner
"And how exactly do you plan to save us from a Rank 4 Spark?" Orven asked, beginning to wonder if the boy had lost his mind.
That creature had threatened the kingdom for the past three years. Countless practitioners had fallen in its path. And now this young man, barely more than a stranger, believed he could stop it simply because he carried the title of a young lord?
As Orven’s frustration built, ready to put the boy in his place and remind him the world was far larger than he realized, Vesha’s voice cut through the tension like a blade through silk.
"Father... he’s an Astra Path practitioner."
Her tone was thin, laced with both respect and unease. Watching her father speak to someone of that level as if he were still a reckless boy was beginning to wear on her nerves.
"You said what?" Orven asked, eyes wide, unsure if he had heard her correctly.
"You...?" He stood up, turning to Adyr with a focused gaze, as if trying to see past his composed demeanor. The boy was calm—too calm. Absolutely sure of himself.
As the realization settled over him like a heavy fog, Orven finally spoke. "You’re a practitioner? I’m sitting here eating breakfast with a practitioner?"
He laughed. Not out of joy, but the kind of laugh that came from disbelief, as if someone had just told him the world had turned upside down.