Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1107

Chapter 1107: Chapter 1107 - Taming the Wall - Fatherhood - 2

They had shared a shy hug while ugly crying behind the gritted teeth and inside their minds...

They sat like that for several long, trembling minutes.

Until heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed in the stone corridor outside.

Selphira was walking down the hall with Victor.

She was actively teasing him. She spoke with the breezy, effortless placidity of a woman who had found the absolute perfect conversational nerve to strike, casually prodding him about an upcoming presentation Victor clearly would have preferred to never discuss again.

He replied with the stiff, carefully reconstructed dignity of a man who had already survived one excruciating public ’humiliation’, and had firmly decided he was absolutely not going to give Selphira the satisfaction of a second one.

Guided by Matilda’s frantic alert, the two of them were heading directly toward Sirius’s door.

A brilliant, intense light spilled from the doorway at the far end of the corridor.

Selphira felt the distinct ripple of mana a split second before her eyes processed the glow. It was healing energy. The concentration was low, woven with a delicate and specific frequency, its purpose was undeniable.

Beside her, Victor blinked. The sudden flash caught his attention, and he stared down the hall with mild, mundane confusion. Lacking Selphira’s hyper-tuned sensitivity to mana signatures, he couldn’t read the story the light was telling.

Selphira didn’t rush forward. She didn’t alert Victor, nor did she break her stride.

Instead, she simply looked away for a fraction of a second. Her eyes narrowed slightly as her brilliant mind formulated a silent hypothesis. She deduced the emotional breakdown, the puffy eyes, and the desperate need to erase the physical evidence before anyone walked in. She archived the deduction away, completely smoothing over her expression, and continued walking at the exact same relaxed, unbothered pace.

When they stepped through the doorway, Sirius was lying flat on the bed. Luna sat in the chair right beside him.

Both of them wore expressions of flawless, impenetrable stone... Selphira almost broke character laughing hard at them, but she resisted with an ironic flat face too.

There wasn’t a single trace of redness in their eyes. There wasn’t a microscopic drop of blood on Sirius’s lower lip. The delicate healing light that had flashed into the hallway had executed its job perfectly, sweeping away the physical wreckage of their grief. What remained was a perfectly curated portrait: a stoic, recovering commander and his perfectly composed, attentive daughter. Exactly what the world expected to see, and absolutely nothing more.

Selphira didn’t say a word about it.

Victor, blissfully unaware, didn’t notice a thing.

Choosing to deliberately ignore whatever profound, embarrassing vulnerability had just transpired within these four walls, Selphira cut straight to the point of being here. She walked up to the bed, her gaze analytical and sharp, and asked Sirius exactly how he felt and what his last clear memories were.

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