Reawakening with Limitless Mana-Chapter 47: Gift

"Grace?" someone called softly from behind, and Aston and the others turned toward the person—everyone except Arthur.

He remained still, his eyes fixed on the little girl before him. And she was staring right back.

Her gaze was steady. Curious. Searching.

"Did something happen, sweetheart?" A man in his early thirties stepped up behind the girl. His bright red hair, golden eyes, and the natural air of authority around him made it clear—he was a high noble.

A moment later, a woman appeared beside him. She was beautiful, with long silver hair and soft, droopy red eyes. She placed a gentle hand on the girl’s head and asked, "What is it, dear?"

Across from them, Kevin froze when he saw the girl’s face.

There was no mistaking it. She was one of the key characters he had mentioned before. Maybe not one of the heroines, but definitely someone important—someone with depth and a role that would shape the story.

Grace Montclair.

All eyes turned to the red-haired girl as she suddenly reached out a small hand, pointing toward Arthur’s chest.

"The brooch," she said, her voice quiet but clear. "It’s pretty." Then, looking up at her father, she added, "I want it."

The man blinked, clearly caught off guard. His daughter, who had never asked for anything before—who had always been content with what he gave—was now asking for something on her own.

For the first time... she wanted something.

He looked troubled.

As much as he wanted to give his daughter anything she set her eyes on, the brooch was being worn by someone. He couldn’t just ask them to hand it over—not even for her.

With a hesitant smile, the man turned to Aston and said, "Ah... by any chance—"

"Dear," his wife gently interrupted, placing her hand over his. Her tone was calm, but firm—it made it clear that what he was about to do wasn’t right.

The red-haired man let out a quiet sigh.

Aston, too, was in an awkward spot. He gave a small, wry smile, unsure how to respond.

That’s when Arthur spoke up.

"Mom, can I give it to her?" he asked, turning to Virelle. The brooch had been a gift from her, and he knew he couldn’t offer it to someone else without asking her.

Virelle looked surprised by how things had unfolded, but she didn’t hesitate. She smiled and nodded. "Yes, of course. I will give you another once we go back."

Arthur let out a quiet breath and reached up to unpin the brooch.

Meanwhile, a warm smile spread across the elder redhead’s face. He turned to Aston and said, "Nice to meet you. I’m Duke Hayden Montclair. And this is my wife, Celia."

Aston blinked—a duke?

But he didn’t miss a beat. His wife had taught him proper etiquette, and he quickly reached out for a handshake. "Hello. I’m Baron Aston Stronghart. This is my wife, Virelle. Our elder son, Kevin, and the younger one, Arthur."

While introductions were being made, Arthur was still struggling with the brooch. He clicked his tongue in frustration as he tugged at his shirt, trying to get it off.

Then, just as he was about to give up and ask his mother, a small hand reached forward. Delicate fingers overlapped his.

Arthur instinctively pulled his hand back, startled, as the girl stepped forward and began silently unhooking the brooch herself.

There was the faintest smile on her lips—barely there, but enough to be noticed—as she whispered, "You... still struggle with this."

Arthur frowned. "Excuse me?"

But she simply shook her head and stepped back, the brooch now in her hand. She didn’t answer.

The Duke glanced down at his daughter, that rare smile of hers catching his attention. Then he looked at the brooch and asked, "Where did you buy such a beautiful piece? My daughter seems to really like the design."

Aston smiled proudly, slipping an arm around his wife’s shoulders. "Actually, my wife is quite talented at crafting small jewelry and accessories."

Lady Celia blinked in mild surprise. "You made it yourself? That detail in the center—it must’ve taken such steady hands. How did you manage to fit those tiny stones in so perfectly?"

Virelle blushed faintly, clearly flustered by the praise, but she answered with a modest smile, "It’s just a hobby. I’ve practiced it for years, so it never feels like work."

As the adults continued chatting, they stepped into the venue together.

Inside the grand hall, heads turned the moment Duke Montclair entered. His presence alone demanded attention—he wasn’t just a duke, but one of the highest-ranking nobles in the kingdom and a man close to the King himself.

People had come tonight hoping to catch even a brief conversation with him. A nod, a smile, a few words—it could change fortunes.

And yet here he was, casually speaking with an unfamiliar man... someone no one recognized.

Whispers began to spread.

"Who is he?"

"No idea... But he’s walking beside the Duke like they’re friends."

"Unbelievable. Look at them, clinging to him like leeches."

"Honestly, these lowborns need to know their place."

Arthur, who could hear their murmurs, turned toward those so ’high-class nobles’ and found most of them were relatives of Ministers, probably.

He has learned the name and the face of most of the nobles using the directory, so he could tell that these people weren’t the heads of their houses, and that explains why their thought process is so ugly.

"Do you want to drink something, Mom?" Arthur asked. He wanted to walk around and cool off a bit.

Virelle sensed that his son was bothered by those whispers, so she slowly nodded, "Anything cold."

Arthur nodded and made his way toward the tables where the drinks were placed.

...and he had a very annoying feeling that someone was following her.

"Do you need something from me?" He asked without turning. He could tell that the little girl was following him for some reason.

"Our destination is coincidentally the same." She spoke without an ounce of shame.

Arthur just stopped bothering and stopped before the table before he picked a fruit juice for himself.

The little one stood there, looking at the table, which was just a little too high for her to reach a glass.

And the drinks were placed a little back as well, so even after trying twice, she couldn’t get one.

Arthur kept looking at her failed attempts for a few moments before he took a deep breath and picked up a drink for her.

The girl’s eyes brightened upon seeing the drink as she said, "How did you know that I like pineapple?"

Arthur used the same lie as her, "Purely coincidence."

They were standing side by side, drinking their fruit juices in silence.

Grace kept glancing at him, and Arthur was just casually looking around.

"Umm...where do you come from?"

"Westmere. A town in the west."

"Oh...it is attached to the barren lands, no?"

Arthur nodded as he finished his drink and rested the glass on the table.

"Can I ask you...why did you give me the brooch?"

Arthur, who was about to pick up a glass for his mother, turned to look at the redhead.

A moment of pause before he said something that caused her eyes to widen, "Consider it a gift on the occasion of the anniversary."

Grace’s fingers trembled, her facial complexion turning pale; however, before she could have said something, Arthur received a message from Tinker,

{Arthur! Your brother is in trouble!}

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A/N:- Before passing judgment, don’t give some time to understand the character, I request. And Arthur grew a little emotional there.

Thank you for giving my book a chance.