Chapter 843:

Kristian followed Freya’s guidance like a ship heeding its lighthouse.

“When did you start mimicking Freya’s playing style?” Lionel asked, eyebrows arched in suspicion. “Have you been practicing with her in Alerith all this time?”

“I knew you missed her,” Kristian replied smoothly, “so I studied her approach. Thought I’d play in her place, keep you company in her stead.”

“Hmph,” Lionel huffed, though his tone had softened into something resembling affection. “Had you listened to me back then, you wouldn’t be picking up broken pieces now. Foolish.”

“You’re right,” Kristian agreed, his tone respectful.

Lionel shot him a glare.

Once, he could scold Kristian and vent his anger, but now the young man’s placid replies turned every sharp word into a boomerang.

It only made Lionel more exasperated.

two more

the end, Lionel’s tone wavered with unspoken feeling. “Do you… still

“Yes.”

afraid

up before,” Kristian said without hesitation. “No matter how many hurdles lie ahead, I’ll

Since Freya left, something in the rhythm of his days had faltered. “She was a treasure,” he muttered, barely above

Freya had been born into his family. Then, she would’ve been by his side always. And Kristian, as his grandson-in-law, would often come to see him

two young folks were together or not

fate had written

“Kristian.”

miss Freya,” Lionel said quietly, fingers fiddling with a chess piece as he stared beyond the board, seeing instead the memory of Freya—her laughter, her quiet presence, the games they used to share. Those soft, golden days were gone. Freya had

Kristian froze.

her breath

her go?” Lionel’s voice quivered, each word tinged with age and regret. “She was… such a

urge to book a ticket to Jeucwell and meet

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