Soren opened his eyes.
A cold, brilliant light flickered in their depths before fading.
He exhaled slowly, watching his breath mist in the cold air. Then, he glanced down at his hands. They were radiating a faint chill and humming with energy that hadnāt existed hours ago.
A smile crept across his face.
āI... I did it.ā
āIāve broken through.ā
He was now at the Early Stage of the First Circle.
Whatās more, he achieved it in just one night!
Sorenās smile widened at the realization.
He knew this was absurd. Even with his limited knowledge about the Awakened world, he understood the basics. Most newly awakened people took weeks just to sense Mana properly and perhaps months to establish their foundation. And yet here he was, having crossed the threshold in a single session.
āThis is... incredible.ā
But the smile didnāt turn into arrogance.
Sorenās expression softened as he recalled why this was possible.
āIt wasnāt luck. It was the Investment Authority.ā
The legacy, the affinity, the regeneration ability. All of it had been granted to him through that Authority. Without it, heād still be that same powerless failure lying on the floor.
And...
His gaze drifted toward the bed where Ethea lay sleeping.
āIt was thanks to her.ā
He didnāt believe it was a coincidence that he awakened on this specific night. The very night heād married her. The very night heād risked his life to protect her.
The Investment Authority probably got awakened because of her. While the returns also came from her, even if indirectly.
Everything he had now... it all traced back to that moment heād decided to stay by her side.
āSo... Thank you, Ethea.ā
The thought was quiet and sincere.
He owed her more than sheād ever know.
āAlright, letās get up now.ā
As Soren stood up and stretched his stiff body, he noticed the frost covering the floor in a perfect circle around where heād been sitting. The temperature had also dropped noticeably, probably both from his cultivation and the broken window.
āI should be more careful. If I cultivate like this every night, sheāll freeze. And fix the window as quickly as possible too.ā
His gaze then returned to Ethea.
She was asleep, her breathing steady and even, her expression peaceful for once. Or at least, as peaceful as someone in constant pain could look.
His heart ached at his powerlessness about the situation.
ā...ā
He stood there before walking away.
āSleep well.ā
Then he slipped out quietly to wash up and prepare breakfast.
Click.
The door clicked shut.
Etheaās eyes opened slowly.
Unlike Sorenās assumption, sheād been awakened. Had been awake for the last hour or so.
Well, maybe longer.
Because it was hard to tell anymore. Time blurred when every moment was pain. When every breath was an effort. When existing itself was exhausting.
But sheād been conscious.
Aware.
And sheād felt everything.
The cold that had seeped through the room as he cultivated. Felt the shift when his foundation stabilized. Felt the breakthrough.
All of it.
And throughout the night, one question had remained in her mind.
ā...Why?ā
Why did he fight the assassin?
Why did he get wounded protecting her?
Why did he protect her in the first place?
They were strangers. Forced together by families who wanted them gone.
He owed her nothing.
And yet.
And yet...
Etheaās gaze remained fixed on the closed door.
She couldnāt understand.
Just what did he want from her?
...Love?
No. That couldnāt be it. They had met just yesterday. Spoken maybe a dozen words in total. And love didnāt work like that. Love wasnāt something that appeared overnight like some kind of magic.
Then...
...Was he... Was he after her body?
Her lips pressed together. The thought alone made her stomach twist. Sheād hear a few stories about such cases. Ones marrying crippled people like her just so they could have complete control over their lives.
But...
She thought back to yesterday. The way heād carried her. The way heād frozen when she flinched. The way he adjusted his grip to be more gentle. The way heād slept on the floor without complaint when she told him to leave her alone.
He... He wasnāt like that.
If he really wanted her body, he wouldnāt have acted that way. He wouldnāt have listened to her at all.
If he wanted to take advantage, he could easily have so. She was paralyzed, helpless, unable to fight back.
But... he didnāt.
He asked, he waited, and he respected.
So then what was it?
Duty?
The marriage contract binding him?
Some sense of obligation because their families forced them together?
ā...ā
Ethea didnāt know.
She couldnāt know.
And that uncertainty gnawed at her more than the pain ever could.
Because sheād learned, over six long months, that people always wanted something.
...Always.
Her family wanted her gone.
Her former comrades wanted to forget she existed.
The world wanted her to disappear quietly...
Everyone had a reason, a motive, or an angle.
So what was his?
What could a broken, dying woman possibly offer him?
...Nothing.
Because she had nothing left to offer.
No power, no status, no future.
Just pain and the slow march toward death.
So why?
The question continued to circle endlessly in her mind, and just like before, no right answer came.
ā...ā Etheaās fingers twitched beneath the blanket.
She wanted to ask him. Wanted to demand the truth. But her voice wouldnāt cooperate. And even if it did, she wasnāt sure she wanted to hear the answer.
Because...
Because if he had no reason...
If he was just... kind for the sake of being kind...
Then that would be even worse.
Because kindness without reason was the most fragile thing in the world.
And she couldnāt afford to believe in fragile things like that anymore.
āI wonāt... I... I canāt...ā
Creak.
The door opened gently, interrupting Etheaās thoughts.
Her eyes shifted toward the sound.
Soren carefully stepped in, carrying a tray filled with food and a steaming cup of tea. He glanced at the bed and paused briefly when their eyes met.
"Oh, youāre awake. Good."
"I prepared some food, letās have breakfast together."