Reawakening with Limitless Mana-Chapter 60: Need help-2

"You want the Duchy’s stamp?" Grace asked, her voice calm but sharp. For a moment, Arthur wondered if he had gone too far.

The stamp wasn’t just a symbol—it carried real power. If someone sent a letter to the central ministry with the Duke’s seal, warning of an attack on the capital, they would act immediately, no questions asked.

That was the kind of authority Arthur was asking for. And suddenly, he wasn’t sure he had the right to.

He remembered her words from before, the way she spoke that gave him a sliver of hope—hope that maybe, just maybe, Grace didn’t hate him.

"Umm... If it’s—"

"Wait here," she said suddenly, cutting him off before walking out of the room.

Arthur froze, staring at the door long after she’d left.

Where... was she going?

’I hope she’s not bringing her father...’ he thought with a nervous gulp. That would be more dangerous than going to the capital itself.

Duke Montclair was known to dote on his children. If he found out a boy had climbed up to his daughter’s window in the middle of the night... Arthur could already picture it. It would be quite the scene—but only if you were watching from a safe distance.

Well, he wasn’t going to leave—not until she came back.

Sitting on the edge of the window, Arthur let his eyes wander around the room.

’It’s just like I remember.’

Grace was... a peace lover. She always preferred the mountains over crowded hot springs. If given a choice between a library and a carnival, she’d pick the library without hesitation—any day of the year.

And her room reflected that quiet nature. Dark curtains, plain white bedsheets, no paintings on the walls, and not a single colorful toy in sight.

In contrast, his mum’s room felt almost childish. She had two plush toys on her shelf, and Kevin always said her slippers were the cutest in the house.

Grace had never been one to chase friendships. Her bold, blunt nature kept people at a distance—and she didn’t seem to mind. She was always more comfortable in solitude than anyone he’d ever known. But when she did get close to someone... she got really close.

Clarsen had been her first friend—and her first love. She knew everything about him. Every little thing.

She noticed details so small, it was almost unsettling.

He remembered one time Clarsen pretended to be asleep, and she immediately called him out.

"That’s not your snoring pattern," she’d said.

Who even notices something like that?

Clarsen had been both amazed and slightly terrified by her attention to detail.

But that was just part of her charm. And Arthur...

He was completely under that spell.

CLICK

The door parted, and Arthur got alert. He was ready to cast a mist and run away if the older Montclair stepped inside.

But, thankfully, it was only Grace.

"Here," She approached him while holding the wooden stamp and ink in the other hand.

Arthur’s lips parted in shock. "How did you get it?"

Grace shrugged, "I know every inch of this house and also the secret spot where Father hides his keys."

Arthur chuckled, "Try getting out of the house sometimes." While he said so, he took out the formal request he had written to teleport to the other nation.

After applying ink to the stamp, he positioned it near the end of the letter and stamped the paper.

Grace, meanwhile, sighed, "I hate sunlight and people. You know that."

Arthur glanced up, his eyes holding an expression that made her stiff.

"I know many things...but don’t know what to trust and what not to."

Grace breathed audibly and told him, "Do I need to tell you everything?"

"As much as I know Grace, if she really wanted to say something, she wouldn’t have asked and started reciting even if the other person had left."

Grace bit her lip...because he was brutally true.

A brief moment of silence passed before Arthur told her, "Don’t force yourself. Neither do I blame you, nor do I expect anything from you."

Grace lowered her head slightly, her expression not visible as she asked, "Can I ask, where are you going?"

"You helped me with something that holds national importance, so surely you can ask." With a grin, he added, "But since it holds importance beyond a nation, I will keep it secret." Resting the ink and stamp on the side, he bid his farewell,

"See you in two years."

And...with that, he left.

Came like a whirlwind and left like a maelstrom.

The difference was that when he came, there were tears in her eyes. And when he walked away, there was a smile on her face.

Beside the stamp, there rested a flower. A white orchid—the symbol of death, yet Grace’s favorite.

’He still remembers what I love...’

*****

Arthur used the teleportation portal to reach Atinberg.

He, surprisingly, got the permission of the ’Duke’ to enter another nation.

"With this, there would be no problem reaching my target,’ He muttered, as he exited the portal center and looked around the market.

Oh no...it was nearing midnight.

That means...Anna’s store...

"SHIIIIIT!!"

...

Virelle was sitting in the living room, waiting for her son with a worried look on her face.

It wasn’t the first time he had gotten late, but still, knowing his mother was alone at home, he shouldn’t have wandered out for so long.

’Did he get into trouble?’ These kinds of thoughts have been clouding her mind for some minutes now.

However...she couldn’t contact him and going to Atinberg at this hour...forget her scolding him for being late, Arthur would probably glare at her, reprimanding her for leaving the house at this hour.

’Agh...do I fear my son too much?’

Arthur’s words can be harsh for everyone in the house if they make a stupid decision...and his words really help them to realize things that they could never have realized on their own.

Getting up from her seat, she decided to go to Brad’s house and ask for his help.

She can’t go there alone, but surely with a few people, right?

*Click*

However, just as she opened the door, she froze.

Standing there, out of breath, was her son, holding a shopping bag on which the familiar logo of a cake shop was printed.

"Haah...sorry....they ran out...of...well, here...it is." He extended the bag toward the lady, but rather than taking the bag, his ear was held.

"Worrying your mother like this. I will give you a good scolding today. Come in first." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

After that, Arthur received a good scolding for an hour before he calmed his mother with some sweets.

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AN:- Thank you for choosing my work.