Chapter 147 - Event

"Lord, I have something to ask!" Ishit interrupted Oman's train of thought. Oman halted in his tracks and looked toward his son, wondering if it was something to do with Vela's sobs. He had asked the watcher about this, and his reply had stressed him. 

"He is not what you think, Oman."

What did she mean by that? 

Oman wondered again, as he nodded to the boy.

"I don't want to participate in the event," Ishit said, not looking into the stern eyes. He had pondered over it. There was no use of it. No academy would accept him if Tissa was here to dethrone his father. Who would dare to go against the future monarch? 

Ishit waited for an angry rebuke to come. But it didn't. Puzzled he glanced up. There was no emotion on the lord's face. 

"And may I know why?" after a pause, he finally asked. 

Ishit felt nervous. It was always like that. He could face Mora, but not his dad. 

"No academy would accept me. "

"and why do you think so?"

Ishit didn't speak immediately. Was he wrong in his reckoning?  Or his lord father thought him a child, who couldn't perceive this simple thing. Ishit didn't know why his father was trying to hide it from him. 

"Lord, I'm not a child anymore. I can see why Tissa and his mentor are here. " Ishit replied. 

"They want us harm. And I don't think any academy would dare to go against him."

Oman didn't seem surprised hearing this.  His sharp eyes scrutinized his only son in silence. 

"Come with me!" he said as he sauntered off towards the library. 

They didn't share any words till they were on the top floor. 

"You have to keep fighting. " Oman said looking straight into his eyes. "Not for joining an academy. There is much more to this event than winning. Do you really think all the people who have come here want to join an academy?" 

Or what else did they want? 

Ishit gave his father a puzzled look. 

" You will know what I mean as you proceed with the event. I can't say more. Trust me I have no intention of keeping you in dark, son. And you're right Tissa is here to harm us, but you don't have to worry. I have all figured it out.  "

That was all he said and began to ask about his cultivation and all. Ishit couldn't help but feel disappointed. It was not how he had imagined his talk would go with his father. 

Ishit left the library feeling downcast.  Why was he still treating him like a toddler? 

The sun had come up in the sky. The fourth day of Inna's feast was about to begin. 

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"Lord, I have something to ask!" Ishit interrupted Oman's train of thought. Oman halted in his tracks anan." 

What did she mean by that? 

Oman wondered again, as he nodded to the boy.

"I don't want to participate in the event," Ishit said, not looking into the stern eyes. He had pondered over it. There was no use of it. No academy would accept him if Tissa was here to dethrone his father. Who would dare to go against the future monarch? 

Ishit waited for an angry rebuke to come. But it didn't. Puzzled he glanced up. There was no emotion on

"and why do you think so?"

Ishit didn't speak immediately. Was he wrong in his reckoning?  Or his lord father thought him a child, who 

"Lord, I'm not a child anymeyes scrutinized his only son in silence. 

"Come with me!" he said as he sauntered off towards the library. 

They didn't share any words till they were on the top floor. 

"You have to keep fighting. " Oman

Ishit gave his father a puzzled look. 

" You will know what I mean as you proceed with the event. I can't say more. Trust me I have no intention of keeping you

"Lord, I have something to ask!" Ishit interrupted Oman's train of thought. Oman halted in his tracks and looked toward his son, wondering if it was something to do with Vela's sobs. He had asked the watcher about this, and his reply had stressed him. 

"He is not what you think, Oman." 

What did she mean by that? 

Oman wondered again, as he nodded to the boy.

"I don't want to participate in the event," Ishit said, not looking into the stern eyes. He had pondered over it. There was no use of it. No academy would accept him if Tissa was here to dethrone his father. Who would dare to go against the future monarch? 

Ishit waited for an angry rebuke to come. But it didn't. Puzzled he glanced up. There was no emotion on the lord's face. 

"And may I know why?" after a pause, he finally asked. 

Ishit felt nervous. It was always like that. He could face Mora, but not his dad. 

"No academy would accept me. "

"and why do you think so?"

Ishit didn't speak immediately. Was he wrong in his reckoning?  Or his lord father thought him a child, who couldn't perceive this simple thing. Ishit didn't know why his father was trying to hide it from him. 

"Lord, I'm not a child anymore. I can see why Tissa and his mentor are here. " Ishit replied. 

"They want us harm. And I don't think any academy would dare to go against him."

Oman didn't seem surprised hearing this.  His sharp eyes scrutinized his only son in silence. 

"Come with me!" he said as he sauntered off towards the library. 

They didn't share any words til

"Lord, I have something to ask!" Ishit interrupted Oman's train of thought. Oman halted in his tracks and looked toward his son, wondering if it was something to do with Vela's sobs. He had asked the watcher about this, and his reply had stressed him. 

"He is not what you think, Oman." 

What did she mean by that? 

Oman wondered again, as he nodded to the boy.

"I don't want to participate in the event," Ishit said, not looking into the stern eyes. He had pondered over it. There was no use of it. No academy would accept him if Tissa was here to dethrone his father. Who would dare to go against the future monarch? 

Ishit waited for an angry rebuke to come. But it didn't. Puzzled he glanced up. There was no emotion on the lord's face. 

"And may I know why?" after a pause, he finally asked. 

Ishit felt nervous. It was always like that. He could face Mora, but not his dad. 

"No academy would accept me. "

"and why do you think so?"

Ishit didn't speak immediately. Was he wrong in his reckoning?  Or his lord father thought him a child, who couldn't perceive this simple thing. Ishit didn't know why his father was trying to hide it from him. 

"Lord, I'm not a child anymore. I can see why Tissa and his mentor are here. " Ishit replied. 

"They want us harm. And I don't think any academy would dare to go against him."

Oman didn't seem surprised hearing this.  His sharp eyes scrutinized his only son in silence. 

"Come with me!" he said as he sauntered off towards the library. 

They didn't share any words till they were on the top floor. 

"You have to keep fighting. " Oman said looking straight into his eyes. "Not for joining an academy. There is much more to this event than winning. Do you really think all the people who have come here want to join an academy?" 

Or what else did they want? 

Ishit gave his father a puzzled look. 

" You will know what I mean as you proceed with the event. I can't say more. Trust me I have no intentio about to begin. 

l they were on the top floor. 

"You have to keep fighting. " Oman said looking straight into his eyes. "Not for joining an academy. There is much more to this event than winning. Do you really think all the people who have come here want to join an academy?" 

Or what else did they want? 

Ishit gave his father a puzzled look. 

" You will know what I mean as you proceed with the event. I can't say more. Trust me I have no intention of keeping you in dark, son. And you're right Tissa is here to harm us, but you don't have to worry. I have all figured it out.  "

That was all he said and began to ask about his cultivation and all. Ishit couldn't help but feel disappointed. It was not how he had imagined his talk would go with his father. 

Ishit left the library feeling downcast.  Why was he still treating him like a toddler? 

The sun had come up in the sky. The fourth day of Inna's feast was about to begin. 

in dark, son. And you're right Tissa is here to harm us, but you don't have to worry. I have all figured it out.  "

That was all he said and began to ask about his cultivation and all. Ishit couldn't help but feel disappointed. It was not how he had imagined his talk would go with his father. 

Ishit left the library feeling downcast.  Why was he still treating him like a toddler? 

The sun had come up in the sky.. The fourth day of Inna's feast was about to begin.