Re_Arts

In a world where magic rules and human nations fight to survive, a 14-year-old stowaway finds himself thrust onto the frontlines of war. With no allegiance but to his own cold logic, Lugh is forced to navigate battlefields of steel, sorcery, and shadows. What begins as an escape soon becomes something far greater—whether he wills it or not.



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Gunmage

"You're the spitting image of your father."

Lugh narrowed his eyes slightly as he regarded the speaker, scrutinizing the old man with a hint of wariness.

Noticing the shift in expression, the man quickly corrected himself.

"I'm a member of House D'Aramitz. My name is Vaire D'Aramitz."

Then, without waiting for acknowledgment, Vaire turned to a figure within the gathering.

The boy responded smoothly, their greeting efficient, as if rehearsed a dozen times.

The old man inclined his head before addressing him.

"I'll need to borrow Lugh for a while, if that's alright with you."

Cassius gestured at the group around him, answering respectfully,

"You'll need to ask them, not me, Uncle."

A small smile tugged at Vaire's lips. He turned to face the others.

"How about it? Would you young ones spare Lugh and me a few silent moments?"

Chapter 252: Secrets and Motives