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The medicine tasted surprisingly decent, carrying a slight tinge of sweetness too. Roel suspected that it was an intentional choice, considering how Rosaians were terribly fond of sweetness. He turned to the Bell of Protection on the table and stroked it lightly as a doubt surfaced in his mind.

How do I use this?

The most common way to use the bell was simply to ring it, but the notion of periodically ringing a bell while attempting to make a breakthrough felt oddly ludicrous, almost like a shamanistic ritual.

He considered it for a moment, but he decided not to ask the maids for help. He wanted to try infusing his mana into it first. It was supposed to be quite a high-level magic tool after all, so it didn’t make much sense for it to be triggered manually.

As a matter of fact, he was right.

The moment his mana flowed into the black bell, it suddenly came to life. Deep chimes that sounded as if they had come from a long time ago reverberated ceaselessly. The incomprehensible runes inscribed on the surface of the bell began wiggling about.

With a crisp chime, the runes rose into the air and formed a special domain around Roel. In his daze, he seemed to hear the distant chimes echoing in his head, but bizarrely, the black bell on the table wasn’t moving at all.

“Is this some sort of barrier?”

Roel examined the area around him before finally nodding in realization. A warm sensation began surging around his body as drowsiness started to weigh down his mind.

Amidst the gentle, deep chimes, the composed Roel channeled his mana around his body to push for a breakthrough. The room fell silent.



The following morning, a black carriage emblazoned with the eye of the candlelight arrived at the wide courtyard of the Hundred Birds Gallery. The guards were able to recognize right away that it was the exclusive carriage of the Ascarts, so they greeted them respectfully before granting them passage.

From the butler down to the guards, there was not a single person in the Hundred Birds Gallery who was unaware of the situation concerning the Ascart House. To use an apt yet not so apt phrase, the successor of the Ascart House was currently a stay-in lover here.

Knowing the intention of the young miss, the servants of the Hundred Birds Gallery naturally treated the Ascarts even more amicably than usual. As a result, Marquess Carter found himself faced with the smiles of the servant when he alighted from the carriage, to which, he responded with a nod. Under the butler’s lead, he was soon brought to the guest room.

It had been several days since he arrived at Rosa, and the festivities had mostly come to pass. Quite a few private meetings had happened during this period of time, and they managed to resolve most of the problems and establish good relations for future partnerships.

Carter figured that it was about time to meet with his kidnapped son, and he was surprised to see that Roel was more spirited th

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