บท 670: Chapter 148.1 - Armory

"Bring him here. It seems he has earned a conversation." 

A few moments later, Astron stepped into the dining room, flanked by the servant who had escorted him. Clad in fresh clothes provided by the Emberheart household, he looked composed, his posture steady and unbowed. His face was calm, his gaze unwavering, as if the previous night's ordeal in the Chamber had barely affected him. 

The Matriarch's eyes narrowed slightly, betraying a flicker of surprise that she masked quickly. She had expected him to emerge weary, perhaps showing signs of strain or even quiet relief at surviving the Chamber's trial. But here he stood, exuding the same steady resolve that had infuriated and intrigued her in equal measure. 

"Mr. Natusalune," she greeted him, her tone measured, laced with an undertone of challenge. "I trust the Chamber was… enlightening?" 

Astron inclined his head respectfully, his voice calm. "It was a worthwhile experience, Madam."