Frank left Turnbull Estate alone the next day.
He never told anyone where he was going as he drove alone to a mansion in the outskirts of Morhen.
The mansion was modest in size but stood in the middle of a small forest a quiet and clean environment far removed from the bustling city.
Frank’s heart calmed considerably just from seeing it, and he stepped through the front door to find a faint tea fragrance wafting from the drawing room.
An ancient, familiar voice spoke from the door. “Ah, you’re here.”
“Yeah,” Frank replied as he strode in to see his father, the Lord of the Southern Woods, seated primly.
He had an antique tea cup beside his fingers, and Frank had picked up its aroma earlier.
“You should sit.” A pretty silhouette appeared out of nowhere with another cup of tea, putting it respectfully on the opposite end where Godwin Lawrence was seated.
Frank turned to see that it was none other than Silverbell, and he wanted to thank her for protecting Walter Turnbull but could not. All he did was nod and sit opposite his father.
Godwin was blowing on his tea before taking a sip before leveling a troubled stare at him. “So, you’re done with the Turnbull affair?’
“Turnbull affair?”
Frank paused just as he was taking a sip of his tea, frowning at Godwin. “Are you saying you’re the one who protected Walter?”
“Heh.” Godown chuckled, but he could well have been admitting it.
Then, he asked yet another unprecedented question. “What do you think about Draconia?”
“What do I think?”
Frank murmured in surprise but shook his head after some thought. “I was an apprentice at Mystic Sky Sect before hiding in Riverton to
recover. I don’t know all about
the factions and rules of theo country.”
Godwin nodded in silence at his honestly. “Alright. You can go after you finish your tea.”
“What?” Frank stared at him, incredulous.
He thought his father would take the opportunity to tell him about the state
fne
the country, the players, and
the unwritten rules. Co
Either that, or recounting the old days since Godwin had said his days were numbered.
But he only summoned him so formally just for tea?
Godwin smiled faintly in turn. “What, is the tea bad?”
“No.” Frank took another sip despite his confusion, relishing the sweet aftertaste that followed the bitter flavor.
His unease considerably from just a
sip, and Gowin could see him calming down. He recounted with
nostalgia and realization, “Yonet
mother always made me that.
and quote, ‘it dispels the fire inside and clears the mind.””
Clang.
Frank sprang to his feet at the mention of his mother, staring coldly at Godwin in long silence.
“Frank…” Silverbell reached out to him.
Gowin, however, waved her off. “It’s fine, Silverbell. He’s stubborn but not stupid…”
Then, lowering his eyes, he growled, “You can go now, son.”
Frank finally gave in to his curiosity and frowned. “You called me here just for tea?!”
