The Last Godfall: Transmigrated as the Young Master

Chapter 71 - 71: Abnet

His eyes adjusted slowly to the dark. "Was it necessary to pull me in like that?" Vencian asked.Roselys didn't flinch. She opened her satchel and drew out a bundle of folded parchments. "You requested these back in Quesil Migdol. Notes on the blood rituals. I've finished compiling them."

Vencian took the bundle from her hand, weighing it slightly. "Efficient work. I expected it would take longer."

"It took as long as it needed to," she said.

The folded sheets rested in his grip. He wondered how she had copied so many notes in so short a time. Most assistants never dared handle these subjects so closely.

He studied her. Roselys's hair was pinned neatly, her dress of deep blue cut in the plain style the academy allowed. The satchel at her side looked far too practical for someone with her exact sense of order. She never misplaced a thing, not even during their journey through Migdol.

He shifted the papers. "This isn't the only reason you dragged me in here, is it?"

"You're right," she said at once. "That's not all."

Her certainty put him on guard.

"I have information," she continued. "On the Erythrai clan. My informants and one major source confirm descendants still exist. A small village near Ralan—Coriel. I won't claim it's certain, but it's the strongest lead I've uncovered."

She paused before adding, "What you do with that is yours to decide."

Vencian blinked once. A village? That was her secret? It felt thin compared to what he expected. "That's it? You pull me into a dark room for a rumor about some remote village?"

Her chin lifted slightly. "If you want certainty, you'll need to do the research yourself. I've reached my limit. There's no time left for me to follow every lead."

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "We agreed on conditions. If you expect my help, then you don't get to abandon your side. You're coming with me." He had seen too many so-called partners cut their ties once the hard work began. He wasn't letting that happen here.

Roselys folded her arms. "That wasn't part of the agreement."

"It is now."

Silence stretched. She looked at him with the same unreadable stare she always carried in lectures, the one that made it hard to know if she was judging him or calculating her next task.

Finally, she exhaled. "Fine. But not immediately. My duties here pile higher than yours."

Vencian watched her. She never admitted to being overworked unless she was pushed. For once, he decided to let the point go. "When?"

"The Festival of Solace," she said. "Two weeks. The academy grants leave—three days, at least. The journey to Coriel is nearly a day's travel. That will give us enough."

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