Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1018

Chapter 1018: Chapter 1018 - Taming Impossible Puzzles - 2

Moments before...

Ren lay down with the stillness of someone who has had a long day in the truest sense of the word, and whose body is at peace with it.

He touched his lips for a moment.

Then he thought of Liora.

Of the promise he had made to her first. Of the time that had passed since that promise, and of the things that had happened in that time, and of how all those things had shifted the landscape in ways that the promise of the past hadn’t been able to anticipate.

He mentally cursed the past version of himself who had made the promise and left him with problems now.

Affectionately, because it was him, but with the specific frustration of someone inheriting a problem that another Ren had created with the best of intentions and without enough information.

But...

Tomorrow, he decided. Tomorrow I’ll think about it and decide what to do.

He apologized briefly to the future Ren who would have to deal with it.

He closed his eyes.

The other side of the bed shifted.

Ren opened his eyes.

Min was sitting up from the other side of the bed, out of invisibility and with what had been a too good, when useless, stealth to hide his mana.

He looked at him.

"Tell me everything," Min said. With the same energy as Liora. With the same complete lack of preamble.

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The girls had almost finished listening to today’s date...

Liora listened to Luna more closely than Larissa did.

She had listened to every word with the attention she gave to things that mattered most to her, complete attention, without the courtesy filters that reduced what she showed on her face to something more dissimulated.

Luna had talked about the lake, the bubbles, the rain, the slow kiss that wasn’t like the first one. She had said it with that specific Luna way of being serious about what she shared and careful about what she didn’t, but enough had arrived for Liora to have a complete picture.

And the complete picture was not something she liked.

Not because it was unfair, and not because Luna didn’t deserve it. Not the thing itself, not what had happened, not the space that had been given.

Liora knew all that... She had agreed to it herself, had been one of the people who cleared the path, and that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was something else and it was harder to name without it sounding like the wrong thing when it was, in fact, exactly the right thing. Because it was what it was.

What she felt wasn’t anger.

It was simply jealousy.

Despite everything, she still felt the specific discomfort that arrived when something you had been tolerating provisionally, something you had been holding at arm’s length and telling yourself you were managing, suddenly had a huge weight and took up too much space that had previously been theoretical and way smaller.

The moment you realized you couldn’t keep treating it as abstract. The moment thinking about it made you want to cry not even from anger but from the simple fact of it.

Larissa was watching Liora from the other side of the room with the attention she had when she was evaluating something and wanted to understand it before it became something else.

What she could see in Liora was visible to someone with her sensitivity and her years of practice reading people... And mostly because she felt something similar, and even if she was processing it differently, she still was aware of both things at the same time.

She processed it first from empathy.

It was natural, human, to always want more, or better conditions, especially for the things we wanted most strongly. That was simply what people were.

And then she processed it from a different angle, because the natural feeling didn’t carry the same weight when you were a Dravenholm, and what was natural had never been the only consideration she was allowed to have.

The political angle.

Someone like Ren, who had demonstrated that his ceiling wasn’t the kind other people had, who changed the understanding of what was possible just by existing in the same world as the people around him, was the kind of figure that didn’t appear in history without leaving a mark that reorganized what came after.

That was simply how important that kind of person was.

’It’s not going to be easy,’ Larissa thought. ’And it shouldn’t be easy... If it were easy it would mean they don’t love him enough.’

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