Rebirth Of The Bastard Spirit Summoner

Chapter 42: [42] Departure



Immediately Stark laid eyes on Kaeri, he froze.

He had come to the library under the guise of cleaning to go through some books, only to see someone that was supposedly dead—

Even in a society driven by magic and abilities, coming back from death wasn't exactly normal…

'How is she still alive? A twin? An illusion?'

Many thoughts raced through his mind as he watched her unsure of what to say.

But at the same time he felt relief, knowing that if it was truly her—then another person's life had not been taken by Darell's treachery.

For a few seconds, he just stared at her, unsure of what to say, especially since she was crying.

Kaeri didn't even seem to notice his entry, so Stark took a seat.

Watching her cry reminded him of his past, of how he had felt when he saw everyone taken from his hands.

The thought that the same person that caused his grief was the one responsible for his pain made his blood boil.

Still, minding his business was probably best, so he picked up a book and tried to ignore her.

Sob Sob

The girl's crying was making it nearly impossible to focus, and then while crying—

"AHHHHHH!"

Stark nearly jumped out of his own skin when her pained scream filled the room.

'Jesus! Oh wait… wrong universe.'

Thankfully most of the staff were downstairs for dinner. If not, the library would be flooded with concerned faces.

He took a deeep breath and then his eyes moved from his book to her.

There were certain things Stark noticed about Kaeri, things that had not been there the first time they met.

She was looking deathly pale, as though she was plagued by a disease, and her hair now had countless streaks of red.

Even the floor in front of her had blood, and he could still see traces of it on her lips.

A theory was already forming in his mind...

When he was a child, his mother often told him stories of the great High Elf monarchs of the past.

As a half-elf, that part was closed up to him, since there had been no recorded case of a half-elf reaching that realm.

But even then, just like every other story his mother told him, he absorbed every single word she said.

So what did it have to do with this situation?

There were certain elves called 'High Elf Candidates,' people who had the highest potential to become high elves.

And there was one thing all of them had, a special ability that set them apart from the crowd.

Since he already knew that Kaeri was a fire mage, and surviving death was too great to be a spell, at least not one she could cast at her level… he was led to believe that this was her ability.

'She's talented…' All she needed was a bit more confidence. It was sad to see her break down like this.

'Focus on your business, Stark!' he cautioned himself.

The right thing to do was to ignore her. He didn't need her for his plans, and adding her to them would only increase the risk.

But when he saw her walking towards the window with a lost look in her eyes, he spoke up before even realising it.

"What good will that do you?"

And before he knew it, he had said too much…

•••

Stark spent the next few days running errands with Eva and performing his regular servant duties in the mansion.

He had come in contact with Darell a few times, and as expected, he could not recognize him. Darell simply walked past him as though he was any regular worker.

At night, Stark would visit the inner world and study its landscape for a few minutes before he would begin his drills with imaginary Caylus.

And then finally, the eve of Darell's trip arrived…

Stark stood in front of a certain office, a letter in hand and a knapsack slung across his back.

Knock Knock

"Come in," came a voice from inside the room.

He pushed the door open and shut it behind him. It was a decent space with a few pieces of furniture, and a large desk at the end of the room.

Behind that desk was the chief maid Adeline, and sitting on one of the sofas was Eva. Immediately he entered, her countenance fell and she rose to her feet, hurrying to meet him.

"Has it been a week already?" she asked, her eyes pleading.

Stark scratched his head and smiled nervously. "Yes…"

Adeline was wearing a pair of reading glasses, but before she spoke, she took them off and set them on the table.

"Are you sure you want to leave? I know you said you've made enough to further your trade, but finding a job that pays this much won't be easy."

"I know… but I have goals that I can't accomplish if I remain here."

To take all suspicion away from him, immediately after Stark knew of Darell's journey, he informed the chief maid of his decision to quit soon.

He did not want to leave anything that would draw his actions back to him, that was why he wanted his exit to seem as natural as possible.

Eva was the most distraught by this news. The petite girl held onto his arms and pulled him back, pouting as she kept him in place.

"Stay one more week…" she then lowered her voice to a whisper. "Who am I going to gossip about Adeline to when you're gone?"

"Hey, I heard that!" Adeline cut in, causing Eva to grow pale.

Adeline sighed and pulled out a small pouch from the desk. "This is your final payment, make sure you take good care of yourself out there."

It seemed the cold-hearted maid that had worked him to the bone actually had a heart.

Stark picked up the pouch and then glanced at Adeline, his brows scrunched together in confusion.

"Isn't this a bit much?"

Adeline waved him away. "Just take it, you were my best worker…"

Stark smiled and thanked her, but before he left, Eva pulled him back and hugged him. "Make sure you pay your friend back!" she said, smiling.

It was ironic…

If only she knew that paying his friend back meant killing the lord they worked for and fighting her father to the point he was near death…

He nodded and gave her a thumbs up. "I'll make sure I pay him in full!"

•••

Now that Stark had cut ties with the estate, he did a final stroll around the city square, taking in the view of the city.

There were a few places he needed to visit, and a number of things he needed to buy if he wanted his plans to succeed.

But first, he pulled into an old abandoned building and climbed upstairs. There, wrapped up in a pile of rags, was something he had stashed here after entering the city.

The crystal sword Jade had made him…

The fact that it had not dissipated into mana particles meant she was still using her strength to keep it in form.

"Jade…"

He had not seen her since the day they parted. Surprisingly, even after many errands in the city, he never once encountered the aloof spirit.

Stark was not even sure if she was still in Sandhill.

'I just want to take a breather before I leave…'

That was his excuse for his little detour, but maybe a part of him was hoping he would somehow run into Jade?

And yet, after walking for a few hours, there was not a single sign of her… so he left, leaving the city of Sandhill behind.

After several days of planning, his revenge against Darell was finally at hand.


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