Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1148

"My teacher is packing her bags; she's decided to leave Nolan. She'll say goodbye to you before she goes. She asked me to thank you for the feather..."

Audrey's expression was apologetic. It was clear the diviners couldn't procure another feather to compensate Jenkins.

"The feather's true value could only be realized through use, and it was used on the most fitting person. You saw the battle yesterday. If Miss Brolignans hadn't broken through to Level 9 and entered the fray, the situation would have been dire... Actually, I'm more curious about what she saw in death. I've had my own near-death experiences, and they granted me new powers. Perhaps I could exchange notes with Miss Brolignans..."

Audrey's sharp, nervous protest cut him off before he could finish. She suddenly couldn't meet his gaze, lowering her head to meticulously peel the white pith from a slice of orange with her slender, pale fingers.

"That's actually the most nutritious part."

Jenkins thought, but he kept the comment to himself.

"I spoke with Papa Oliver a while ago. He thinks that since you're already a Level 4 Enchanter, you should start preparing for the demigod stage. It might be premature for others, but for you, becoming a demigod is practically a certainty. So, you need to start planning which abilities you learn from now on. And clearly, the power of death shouldn't be part of that plan... That's all there is to it."

She nodded as if she'd convinced herself, then handed the meticulously cleaned orange slice to Jenkins. He took it with a thoughtful expression, murmured his thanks, and ate it all under his cat's disapproving glare.

Having slept for so long, Jenkins felt no trace of drowsiness even after Audrey left in the small hours of the morning. By the time Wednesday arrived and his last visitor had departed, he picked up his cat, hesitated for a moment, and decided to check on things in Ruen.

Projection was a far more pleasant experience than spatial teleportation. With projection, his vision merely blurred for a moment before sharpening again, a stark contrast to the intense vertigo of teleportation.

When the Ruen nightscape materialized before him, Jenkins found himself standing before a massive floor-to-ceiling window. The room was dark, illuminated only by the faint glow of the two moons hanging in the sky like twin jade discs.

Alexia stood a short distance away, gazing out the window at the sprawling city and the silent night. Though her back was turned, Jenkins could see the reflection of her handsome face in the glass.

"Good evening, Alexia."

Jenkins felt a pang of awkwardness. It was well past midnight, and she had clearly been waiting for him.

"Good evening, Jenkins."

Alexia turned and stretched out her arms, and Jenkins immediately understood her intention. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel_fіre.net

He casually tossed the cat to the side and stepped forward, wrapping his own arms around Alexia.

Hugging Alexia required considerable skill, given the significant height difference between them. One wrong move could lead to an awkward situation—namely, his feet leaving the ground. Though it had never happened, Jenkins could easily imagine it.

"I'm so relieved to see you're safe. Dolores's intelligence division delivered news of what happened in Nolan on Monday with incredible speed. We were all so worried about you. I was even planning to come to Nolan myself if you hadn't appeared by dawn."

"It's alright. I'm fine."

Jenkins whispered in the shorter woman's ear, then felt a tug at his pant leg. He glanced down to see his cat, claws extended, pulling at his trousers with a look of pure reproach in its eyes.

"Stop making trouble."

He told his cat, continuing to hold Alexia before the moonlit window. They stood in silence for a long time, both savoring the moment of tranquility.

Jenkins recounted the events of Monday to Alexia in bits and pieces. He glossed over the most dangerous parts; in retrospect, they didn't seem so harrowing anymore. The only thing that truly stood out was the profound sadness he'd felt when he thought Louise had actually died.

He didn't mention his new godhood, deciding to wait until Alexia fully became a demigod. He hoped his own experience might offer her some insight. As far as he knew, none of the current gods held "mathematics" or "calculation" as their core domain.

Thus, once the shorter woman ascended to the demigod level, Jenkins would do everything in his power to help her forge a divine domain as a mortal. He didn't know if such a thing had ever happened before, but he felt instinctively that the path to godhood wasn't limited to "saving the world" or "shouldering sin."

He and Alexia talked until two in the morning. Only when he saw she was growing weary did Jenkins take his leave.

Before he left, she asked him to come again on Friday night to make up for their missed get-together. She also shared a piece of news with him:

"The Hamparvo Kingdom's Ice and Snow Festival is about to start. It lasts for a week, so if you're interested, you should come and see it."

"The Ice and Snow Festival?"

Jenkins glanced with surprise at the early spring scenery outside the window. It was already late March; even Ruen had welcomed the arrival of spring.

"Yes, next week. Travel in the Hamparvo Kingdom is difficult in the winter, so the Ice and Snow Festival is usually held right as winter ends and spring begins. Dolores told me it's a bit later than usual this year. After all, the kingdom spent the entire winter on guard against the Snowman Legion from the far north. It's understandable that the festival would be delayed."

"I'll come if I have time."

He nodded and gave Alexia a light kiss before returning to Nolan with his cat. Alexia smiled, standing alone in the vast, dim room. It was a long moment before she turned her gaze back to the moonlit night outside.

"Jenkins, are you ready?"

She asked in a soft voice.

That night, Jenkins had a terrible nightmare. In his dream, he once again faced the black cat that seemed as vast as the heavens and the earth. They fought all the way to the edge of the world, their battle so fierce that it wore away the stable barriers of space itself.

In the end, Jenkins was defeated and suffered the humiliation of being toyed with by the cat as if he were a mouse.

Therefore, the first thing Jenkins did upon waking was to cast a suspicious glance at his own cat. It had a history of toying with "Jenkin-mouse," after all, which made it highly suspect.