Rivers of the Night-Chapter 221: Speechless

Sadie stood in silence for a long while before her emotions were calmed.

The holes that the shadow had poked in her theory were obviously good ones. There were many things that she couldn't refute. But there were also things that the shadow had purposely avoided too, and Sadie sensed that enough to know that her thoughts weren't completely off base. And there were many things that she didn't lie about.

The Gales were, indeed, part of this mystery. The Harmons and Bells were as well.

The Firewings, well… they were sort of part of this mystery, but that wasn't entirely confirmed, and it was mostly speculation on her part as well.

But the coincidence there was striking.

The Gales were obviously the first part of Theron's name, and the Harmons and the Bells… well, while they weren't exactly Thunder, the fact one of them used Sound to produce Lightning, and the other used Sound as their main method of attack and even to amplify their own physical strength…

The coincidences were definitely there.

But the main coincidence here was Theron himself. His strength, his talent—none of it made any sense. That was her main attachment to the theory even though she didn't want to admit it.

Plus… she felt that it was a mistake for Theron to leave the Province. The danger out there wasn't something that he was ready for, and the opportunities here had yet to run dry.

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Like he had said… why take this wealth when her Clan and the Imperial Academy were about to give him everything he could ever want? Where else would he get such a deal?

He was right to be bold and confident in himself.

Suddenly, Sadie stomped her feet as she realized something, a puffing expression coming from her adorable countenance.

"He never answered my question!"

She huffed out a breath, suddenly feeling annoyed. She really wanted to know how Theron had managed to avoid Mesmeralda and fooled her senses.

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Theron cut across the province again. He too was feeling slightly annoyed.

Could he tell there were holes in Sadie's story? Yes, he definitely could. But there was one thing he was sure she wasn't lying about… and that was the fact the library of the Luminescent Moon Sect likely had what he was looking for.

There was no doubt in his mind that this was the case. That was almost enough for him to stay. But the real reason he stayed aside from that was the implication in her words.

Protection.

For Sadie to come out and say these things, even after saying that the Thistle Ancestor was such a powerhouse, it meant that she was confident in her ability to protect him.

Did Theron think this meant that he would have round-the-clock bodyguards? No. But what it did mean was that he would be able to thread a needle to survival. And that was more than enough for him.

…

BANG!

"I've—!"

The old man's voice came to an abrupt stop. He appeared out of the air from flowing ripples, half of his skull having vanished and a large portion of one of his legs.

Blood flowed out of him in rivers, pooling and dripping to the ground. But the young man he expected to find in front of him wasn't there at all.

Instead, he found the corpse of a horse floating down the river, the markings of Space Mana over it.

The old man's eyes bulged with a fiery rage, and suddenly he understood.

Theron wasn't a fool. He knew he had a brand on himself. What the old man didn't know was that Theron had long learned to find a way to weaken it, and after fusing with the Immortal Jellyfish, he had long been able to freely remove it from his body.

How had he tricked the old woman? Easy. He left his Soul Brand on the horse and left.

He had had no idea that she would be the one to appear. But it didn't matter which of them had, they would have all been tricked just the same.

Back during his battle against the disciples of the Luminescent Moon Sect that tried to kill him, the old woman had been watching, and she had used the opportunity to sense Theron's Soul Brand. As a head of a branch of the Daggers of the Night herself, she already knew the necessary techniques to keep tabs on Theron, so she had never bothered to follow around behind him very closely.

Because of that, she thought that she could intercept Theron along the way whenever she wanted, only to find a horse chugging along for her troubles.

Now, the old man was experiencing much the same thing.

What the old man wouldn't expect was that just when he thought Theron would have disappeared forever after taking out his True Chosen, news of his reappearance would come down.

…

Theron walked into Dean Pennel's office, softly closing the door behind him.

The eye of the old woman twitched. She was always calm, always unbothered, always wearing that same gentle smile she took around everywhere.

But this child… he was too bold, was he not? How had he even made it back into the city?

Theron didn't even look like he had broken a sweat. There was a gentle air to him, a soft, supple silkiness to his hair as it flowed down his back, and at the moment, there was an odd warmth to his eyes that had never been there before.

If before his eyes felt a bit distant, now they had an inviting air to them that made him even more charismatic. He was already a boy one couldn't help but have a fondness for when they laid eyes on him, but now it felt amplified to another degree.

Theron took a seat across from Dean Pennel and gazed at her for a moment before he finally opened his mouth to speak.

"So, Dean, shall we begin? What is my first lesson?"

The old Pennel madame was truly left speechless.