Chapter 117: Thank Goodness I Am Still The Baby Of The Family
[Valhalla family’s estate.]
A soft shimmer of displaced air heralded the arrival of Amara and Leyla in the opulent privacy of Amara’s bedroom.
"This is entirely my fault, Master. Because of my impulsive actions, Master had to reveal herself," Leyla said, her gaze fixed on her feet, a deep sense of remorse evident in her posture.
Amara turned to face her devoted disciple, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "No, Leyla, it wasn’t your fault."
As she spoke, the intricate, silver-white armor that had encased her moments before dissolved into trails of shimmering light, the ethereal particles coalescing and disappearing into her right earring.
"It was merely a misunderstanding... However, next time, please communicate before acting. If you hadn’t employed the specific skill I taught you, I would have remained unaware of the danger you were in," Amara sighed softly, then moved towards her antique dressing mirror and sat down.
"Master," Leyla said, her voice soft as she finally looked up at Amara.
"What is it, dear one?" Amara asked, her attention focused on gently running a comb through her long, brown hair.
"Why did you choose me as your successor? Why not Katherine or Adonis?" Leyla asked in a low, hesitant voice, the question clearly weighing heavily on her mind.
Amara’s hand stilled, the comb resting silently on the polished wood of the vanity. Slowly, she met Leyla’s gaze in the mirror, a thoughtful expression clouding her features. She exhaled softly before rising and turning to face Leyla directly.
"When your mother... my dear friend... passed away and entrusted you to my care, I was, admittedly, taken aback. We were close, best friends even, but why she chose me over her own family remained a perplexing question," Amara began, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.