The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6011

At first she had listened with a tester’s caution, yet sentence by sentence that caution melted.

Her eyes fixed on the radiant patterns, widening with surprise and then shining with unabashed delight.

The breadth of Mr. Chance’s knowledge—and the angle of his insights—towered far above anything she had dared hope for.

Concepts that had knotted her mind for months loosened at a single pointer from him, and theories she had never heard before clicked neatly into place.

Neither of them noticed when the morning sun climbed high; their conversation had carried them from the pearl-gray dawn well past third hour.

Servants slipped in and out, refreshing the tea.

On the table the glowing diagrams shifted, faded, and reformed as new ideas rose.

Rania leaned forward, completely absorbed, a soft flush coloring her cheeks with every fresh discovery.

Across from her he spoke with confident ease, eyes bright, every gesture precise.

Admiration, born earlier from looks alone, now grew richer, stronger.

The emotion simmering inside her became a tangled blend of respect, appreciation, and a shy, quickening fondness she barely recognized.

How long had it been since she met someone her own age who could speak to her like this — someone whose words did not force her to lower her standards?

In the manor the touted young talents either fawned, prattled emptily, or cultivated power while ignoring books.

And this Mr. Chance was — not incidentally — very pleasant to look at.

Her heartbeat picked up.

She caught herself noticing the slight part of his lips as he explained a point, the clean lines of his long fingers, the way his lashes dipped when he paused to listen.

"Ms. Rania?" Jared’s gentle call cut through the haze.

The sound snapped her back to herself.

"Ah—yes! Please continue, Mr. Chance. I’m listening."

Heat rushed into her cheeks. She ducked her head, raised the teacup, and sipped to disguise the smile that threatened to escape.

Across the table he watched her quietly.

Something unreadable flickered behind his composed eyes, gone before she could name it.

He seemed wholly at ease, as though the discussion were unfolding even better than he had expected.

He judged that Ms. Rania was bright, yet in some respects unexpectedly naive.

He already had her full attention; she could deny that no longer, though she shoved the realization into a quiet corner of her mind.

To Jared, it was the perfect opening.

He had to mind the distance.

Hold the attraction, yet never look rushed or slick.

Stay the earnest scholar, devoted to his studies, and let admiration for a bright woman surface only now and then—no further.

"It's getting late…"

Jared lifted his gaze to the paling sky and spoke with gentle care.

"These scripture secrets won’t yield in a single sitting."

"If Ms. Rania wishes, I can remain in the manor for several days, ready whenever you would like to explore them. I hope I’m not imposing?"

"Not at all! Not at all!" Ms. Rania blurted.

"In that case, I’ll gratefully accept, Ms. Rania."

He folded his hands and offered a shallow bow. The faint smile he held brushed over her like warm spring wind.

Her answering smile widened, bright enough to push any misgivings about Quentin far from her thoughts—at least that was how it looked to him.

She lingered a heartbeat longer, gaze drifting as though already strolling among shelves with him.

"Then… Mr. Chance, please rest. I’ll come back later for more guidance."

Reluctance flickered in her eyes, yet she rose and left the Bamboo-Listening Courtyard, glancing back three times before the gate closed behind her.

Outside, she could not keep the smile from her face.

She turned to her maid. "Go tell the overseer of the Guest Reception Annex that Mr. Chance is my honored guest. Serve him with the highest standard, spare no expense!"

"And inform the Library Pavilion that I’ll be bringing Mr. Chance to consult texts in a few days. Have them prepare in advance."

"Yes, Ms. Rania," the maid answered with a dutiful bow.

Even so, a flicker of surprise crossed the girl’s eyes; her mistress rarely fussed over new guests.

Rania walked back with a light step, already debating which knotty passage to bring up next—and which dress would best suit tomorrow’s meeting.

Inside the courtyard, Jared watched her figure disappear down the path. The soft smile eased from his face, leaving calm stillness.

Phase one—win her trust—had gone smoothly.

Now he would use that trust to reach the manor’s core, draw near Julian, and sniff out the secrets of the Soul-Refining Crystal and the celestials.

He returned to the stone table, lifted the cup of tea gone lukewarm, and took a slow sip.