I Became A Playwright In Medieval Fantasy

Chapter 38

"I heard the news that you returned to the capital. If that's the case, this is the only place you'd come."

"......"

"Did you do that too? You completely split it in two."

Gabi glanced at the rock, split diagonally in an X shape, a result of Maya's sword aura cleaving through it in a single strike.

"Impressive. Tomorrow, you’ll officially come of age, and you’ve already reached this level of mastery. I couldn't even dream of such things at your age."

"It’s been years since we last saw each other. How could you still remember? If someone isn’t by your side, it’s natural to forget them."

To Maya, whose mind was broken, this was a perfectly reasonable question.

Once the thread of a relationship is severed, there’s no reason to look back. After leaving her nest and becoming a Hero candidate, Maya hadn’t clung to the past. She had only retained the lessons that were useful for her survival. Everything else, she had erased from her mind without hesitation.

...But apparently, Gabi saw things differently.

"Even when you’re not by my side, a precious bond doesn’t break, Maya."

Gazing beyond the clearing at the stream trickling along, Gabi fixed her eyes on the shade of a weeping willow near the water’s edge. It was the spot where master and disciple used to sit together, enjoying peaceful moments after their grueling training sessions.

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