Reawakening with Limitless Mana-Chapter 59: Need help-1

"Are those notes?" Aston asked, noticing his son flipping through what looked like handwritten pages.

Kevin gave a small nod. "Yeah. I’m terrible at history, so Mom made these for me. And the fleshcraft notes—Art helped me with those."

He paused for a moment, looking down at the papers with a soft smile. They’d spent an entire week on these—digging through dozens of books, picking out just what he needed to know for the exams. Kevin couldn’t help but feel like he was troubling them too much... yet they never once complained.

"They helped with the written part," he added, glancing up at his dad, "but you helped me prepare for the practical one. So, thank you."

His voice was quiet, but full of warmth.

In his past life, there had been no one. No parents, no siblings. No one to stay up late or worry over his future. But in this life, he had all of that—and more. A family that stood beside him, through everything.

Aston reached over and ruffled Kevin’s hair, his touch gentle.

"It’s already late," he said with a fond smile. "Get some rest now."

Kevin nodded and leaned back, stretching out on the seat. His body relaxed, comforted by the quiet presence around him.

"Night, Arthur," he mumbled, eyes already drifting shut.

....

Faraway, the black-haired teenager smiled as he heard those words.

He now has two spirits by his side who can share their perception with him, and thanks to that, he can now keep an eye on his father and brother, and has left one home for his mother.

Naturally, Arthur wasn’t heading to Atinberg for shopping.

His real destination lay beyond—the closest city to the border of Durnhalm.

From Atinberg, he would take the teleportation portal heading southwest. Durnhalm, despite being a neighboring nation, was tightly guarded—layer after layer of security keeping travelers in check.

But even if he managed to cross the border, that would only be the beginning.

His target was in Durnhalm’s capital, located at the southernmost tip of the nation. Beyond that city lay nothing but the vast, endless ocean. There was no shortcut, no secret route—just a long and difficult journey.

So what were his options?

Getting permission from the King to use a teleportation portal that led directly to the capital?

Arthur scoffed under his breath.

Even though the King had treated him kindly during their last meeting, that kindness wouldn’t extend far without a solid explanation. The King wouldn’t offer help without knowing the real reason behind Arthur’s sudden departure.

And Arthur couldn’t tell him.

Rather than stirring up questions and suspicions, he chose the simpler path—he’d rely on himself.

But just as that thought settled in, he stopped walking.

"...Ah."

His eyes lit with sudden realization.

’A Duke’s permission would work too.’

And there was someone—someone at a Duke’s estate—who just might be willing to help him.

But... would she?

Arthur stood in the middle of the forest, lips pressed tight as he chewed his thoughts. Trees rustled gently around him, the air still. Then—

Whirr— Thwip!

A soft click from the rotating water wheel triggered a needle to shoot out, precise and swift.

THUD.

Something hit the ground behind him.

He didn’t look back.

Some beast had tried sneaking up on him, and it paid the price. But Arthur’s mind wasn’t on the threat.

It was on her.

Will she... really help me?

He wouldn’t know until he tried.

....

"Do you not want to eat anymore?" Celia asked softly, watching her daughter rest her spoon gently on the table after finishing her soup.

Duke Montclair’s brow furrowed as he looked at her with concern. "Are you feeling unwell, Grace? Or... do you want something else instead?"

Grace shook her head without meeting their eyes. "I just don’t feel like eating. I’ll go study."

She stood, offered them a polite "Good night," and quietly left the dining hall, her steps light but firm.

Hayden exchanged a look with his wife, worry tightening his features. "Do you think she’s troubled by something?" he asked gently. "Maybe she’s anxious because her brother’s off taking the entrance exam?"

But Celia gave a small shake of her head, her expression thoughtful. "No... I think her mind is on something else. Her trials."

Hayden blinked. "Her trials? But that’s still two years away."

He knew Obsidian Spire had one of the most grueling entrance processes, but two years was a long time. Too long to start carrying the weight of it this heavily.

Celia let out a quiet sigh. "I’ve never seen her like this before. This isn’t ambition. It’s not eagerness."

She paused.

"It’s desperation. She has to get into the academy."

For a moment, silence hung between them.

Neither of them could possibly guess what was truly driving Grace—the reason behind her quiet resolve, the storm hiding beneath her calm.

Meanwhile, Grace reached her room and, rather than reading a book, she took the brooch resting on her table and lay down on the bed.

Her long red hair spread across the white sheets like strands of fire, soft and glowing in the gentle light. Her red eyes, bright like polished rubies, stared at the brooch—calm, but deep.

There was a quiet elegance in the way she lay, as if she belonged to some faraway painting.

She held the brooch close to her chest, fingers gently brushing its surface.

It has been three years, yet she could recall each moment of their meeting, moment by moment.

She had....a thousand words to say to him. To ask him. To complain and to cry.

But she couldn’t do that. He already has too many responsibilities to take care of. She doesn’t want to become a burden all of a sudden.

Was there a chance for her to remain away from him? No.

She would reach out to him, sooner or later. But for now, she was happy to have something that belonged to him.

*TIK*

Hearing the sound of something tapping against her window, she was startled.

Instantly rising from the bed, she approached the window and pulled the curtains—

*SCHOOF*

—and instantly drew the curtains.

Her heart drummed in her ears, and her eyes remained wide open.

...she...didn’t see it wrong, did she?

Slowly removing the curtain, she looked at the boy crouching on the ledge with his brows elevated.

Grace took a strong gulp before opening the window for him.

Arthur didn’t step inside and just sat on the window with his legs dangling.

"I thought you might scream." He said casually, as if he didn’t give her a near heart attack just now.

Grace was speechless for a few moments...couldn’t understand how and why he showed up all of a sudden.

But the emotions bubbling inside her since that day broke the restraints, and tears began bubbling in her eyes.

Lowering her head, she bit her lips to hide them, but the man in front of her was someone who knew her better than her parents.

Arthur rested his hand on her head and remained silent.

It was rare to see Grace cry...he couldn’t tell about the one in this life, but the Grace he knew only cried when she had been controlling her emotions for a long time and had finally found the person in front of whom she could be vulnerable.

And the only person whom she trusted was him.

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