A Will Sovereign Chapter 6: Chapter 6— Roiner.

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The room remained silent for a long time. Only the sound of rain tapping softly against the windows could be heard. Seraphina still held Soldret's hand tightly, as though afraid he would disappear the moment she let go. Caelon sat quietly beside the bed, his eyes fixed on Soldret with unspoken worry. Neither of them spoke immediately. The things Soldret described were simply too heavy. Too absurd. Too terrifying. A dream spanning seven hundred years. The destruction of their family. The deaths of countless people. And yet— after everything that had happened earlier today— neither of them could completely dismiss his words. Especially not Caelon. He had personally seen the aftermath inside the shack. The corpses. The blood. The invisible force Soldret used. None of it could be explained normally. Finally, Seraphina spoke softly. "Oh, Sol…" She gently brushed several strands of hair away from his forehead. Caelon slowly exhaled before finally standing up. The atmosphere around him gradually became firm once more. Decisive. "It is decided then." "We're leaving Vareth." Seraphina's gaze lingered on Soldret for a moment longer before she quietly nodded once. Caelon's expression remained calm. "I don't know whether those memories are truly fragments of the future or simply a nightmare." "But I'm not willing to gamble my family's lives over it." Soldret's eyes shifted slightly. Caelon's expression softened into a reassuring smile. "You did well protecting your sister." Before Soldret could react, Caelon suddenly placed a hand atop his head and roughly rubbed his pale lavender hair. "You've grown," he said softly. For a brief moment, Soldret simply stared at him blankly. Then— smack! Seraphina immediately slapped Caelon's hand away. "Don't disturb his body," she frowned. "The physician said he needs proper rest." Caelon coughed awkwardly before pulling his hand back. "…Right." Despite his words, a faint smile still lingered on his face. Soon, however, his expression gradually became serious once more. He slowly stood up. "There's a lot that needs to be prepared before we leave." Seraphina looked toward him slightly surprised. "You're moving immediately?" Caelon nodded calmly. "If what Sol said is even partially true, then every extra moment we remain in Vareth becomes a risk." Soldret quietly watched him. Caelon moved toward the door before stopping briefly. "I'll double the guards around the estate tonight." His gaze shifted toward Soldret again. "And this time…" "…try not to terrify your mother again." Soldret awkwardly looked away. A faint chuckle escaped Caelon before he finally left the room. The moment he stepped outside, the warmth in his expression gradually faded. The corridor beyond the room was quiet. Several guards immediately straightened upon seeing him. Caelon calmly walked through the hallways before eventually stopping near the estate entrance. A man who appeared to be in his early thirties, dressed in dark formal attire, quickly approached and bowed respectfully. "Patriarch." This was Nolan, Caelon's personal assistant and the one responsible for handling most of the Del Ray family's affairs during their stay in Vareth. Caelon spoke immediately. "Prepare the Cloud Whales." Nolan blinked slightly. "…Sir?" "We're leaving Vareth." Nolan's eyes widened slightly. "Leaving?" "But the New Year trade season begins in three days." "There are still agreements waiting to be finalized. The western merchant unions only arrived yesterday, and the southern delegates—" "Cancel them." Nolan froze. Even after serving Caelon for years, hearing those words still shocked him slightly. The Del Ray family had invested enormous resources into this year's trade season. Backing out now would cause massive losses. "Patriarch…" Nolan hesitated carefully. "May I ask what happened?" Caelon remained silent briefly. Rain continued falling softly outside the estate. Finally, he spoke calmly. "Soldret and Lyanna went through enough today." His gaze d