NABC Chapter 133 A Debt That Can Never Be Repaid
Chapter 133 A Debt That Can Never Be Repaid
Aiden let out a small chuckle, ruffling her hair.
Time was cruel.
In a few years, she would outgrow this moment.
A time would come when patting her head would be inappropriate.
"...I see."
"...Yes."
"Then sit with me for a bit. The moon is quite bright tonight."
Even though Vera returned late at night, Marcus did not scold her.
He had simply waited—seated on the steps in front of Blooming Peak Pavilion's main gate.
Naturally, Vera saw him the moment she crossed the training grounds.
"...Senior Brother?"
"You're back. I heard everything."
"...Ah. I am sorry for causing you concern."
"It's fine."
Marcus sighed, rubbing his face before patting the empty space beside him.
"If you're not too tired, could we talk for a bit?"
"Yes. Of course."
Straightening her robes, Vera quietly took a seat beside him.
Like master, like disciple—
Marcus was also gazing at the moon.
A fully swollen full moon.
It glowed with a chilling radiance.
Tonight, its light seemed colder than ever.
"I enjoy watching the moon, but I can never quite grasp its nature."
Marcus muttered.
Vera listened.
"Sometimes, it glows warm and golden... Other times, it shines cold and blue, like steel."
"Yes, that happens from time to time."
"Tonight, it is blue."
"...Yes."
Marcus claimed the moonlight was unpredictable.
But to Vera, it was his words that were difficult to understand.
Why was he speaking about the moon?
More importantly—
Why was he keeping her here?
"I heard you fought Dark Emperor and won."
"...Ah. It just turned out that way."
"It didn't just turn out that way."
At Marcus's remark, Vera lowered her gaze.
She could only stare at her feet, unable to offer an excuse.
She had used her Innate True energy.
That meant she had willingly crossed a river she could never return from.
By all rights, she should have died.
Or at the very least, been crippled, her martial arts forever lost.
The problem was...
Vera was already widely known as Suncrest's prodigy.
"You are the pride of all of us, Vera."
"...I know."
"But that is not the issue."
Fame and recognition meant nothing to Marcus.
What had troubled him—and what had made him angry—
Was that Vera had not considered her own life.
"We've always told you, haven't we? I am your Senior Brother, and we are your Martial Siblings."
"Yes...."
"Then tell me—
If you had already decided to leave us behind, what were we supposed to do?"
Vera bit her lip.
Should she simply listen?
Or should she explain?
After a brief hesitation, she chose honesty.
"...I had no other choice."
"No other choice?"
"Yes. Lord Everstone and Master of the Void Fist had entered to help me. Both fell to Dark Emperor's blade.
Even stronger than before she had left for Everstone Clan.
None of this made sense.
She had exhausted her Innate True energy—and yet she had returned even stronger. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire
Meanwhile, Great Master Thorne, who should have been able to easily handle Dark Emperor, had returned weakened.
And by all accounts, Great Master Thorne had not even fought.
Vera had defeated Dark Emperor on her own.
Logically, Innate True energy could not be transferred.
Even among the strongest of martial artists—
No one could pass on the very essence of their life to another.
Yet—
A single, unthinkable, terrifying possibility took root in Marcus's mind.
If... Innate True energy could be transferred—
His thoughts stalled.
The moment Immortal Pharmacist entered his calculations, his face paled.
"...Vera. Tell me... did Great Master Thorne...?"
"Senior Brother."
Vera called his name softly.
Tears welled in her eyes.
Slowly, she shook her head.
"...I see."
Her dark eyes shimmered under the moonlight.
And in them, Marcus saw an unshakable sense of debt and sorrow.
This was a burden Vera would carry for life.
Some debts were too great.
Some kindnesses could never be repaid.
And sometimes...
That alone was enough to crush a person's heart.
"...May I go inside now?"
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
She bowed her head, hiding her tears.
Marcus let out a small, bitter chuckle and pulled a handkerchief from his robes.
He placed it in her hands, then stood up first.
"Go ahead. Collect yourself before coming in. Ethan and the others are probably still awake."
"...Understood."
The other disciples would not think deeply.
They would simply celebrate her return.
But in her current state, Vera would struggle to accept their joy.
So Marcus went ahead first—
Giving her the time she needed to wipe her tears.
"What are they even talking about for so long?"
Ethan mumbled, resting his chin on the window frame.
Behind him, Noah smirked and smacked the back of his head.
"Ahhh!"
"What are you peeking at? You already heard the gist of it. Senior Brother is just comforting her."
"Comforting? But she defeated Dark Emperor. Shouldn't she be celebrating?"
Ethan was simple-minded as always.
As Jace and Dylan sighed beside him, he realized he might have said something stupid.
But his pride refused to let him admit it.
"...Hey, am I wrong? I mean, isn't it true?"
"She exhausted her Innate True energy, Ethan."
Jace muttered quietly.
Yet, Ethan still wasn't convinced.
"Okay, but she's fine now, isn't she? Maybe she had some fortuitous encounter?"
"Fortuitous encounters don't just appear conveniently. Something must have happened...."
At that moment—
The door slid open.
Marcus stepped inside, glancing at the group still gathered by the window.
Letting out a deep sigh, he spoke.
"...Light the candles."
"Eh? You're not going to scold us for being up this late?"
Ethan tilted his head.
Marcus chuckled as he started lighting the room's candles himself.
"Youngest Disciple is back. We should welcome her properly."