Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 870

Chapter 870 Cold

The next day, Atticus woke early and began his usual routine. The room was silent except for the faint hum of spiritual energy as he meditated, sharpening his Omnicognition and refining his spiritual eye. He still remembered the conversation he had with his parents the day before and he couldn't help but frown.

Still, his focus remained razor sharp, time slipping by unnoticed until he felt a familiar presence approaching his door.

With a sigh, he stood up. "Come in," he said, just as the person outside raised a hand to knock.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing Arya. She hesitated in the doorway, frozen for a moment before steadying herself and stepping inside.

"Young master," she said softly, bowing formally.

"Arya." Atticus smiled, saying her name as though testing her reaction.

She glanced at him briefly before looking away, fidgeting uncomfortably.

Atticus's gaze didn't waver. "Have you been avoiding me?"

Arya stiffened. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. The silence was heavy, tense.

Atticus took a step forward.

Arya instinctively backed away, her feet shuffling against the polished floor. He moved closer, and she retreated again, until her back hit the wall.

Her breathing quickened as his glowing purple eyes bore into hers.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

Arya bit her lower lip, her fists clenching at her sides. She tried to respond, but the overwhelming aura radiating from Atticus pinned her in place. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

Memories of the past flashed in her mind. She remembered standing beside him years ago, promising, 'I'll protect you.'

But now?

Now he was stronger, unfathomably so. The gap between them was insurmountable. Who was she to protect him? She felt weak. Useless. A knot tightened in her chest, but she couldn't admit the truth. What would he say?

"I wasn't avoiding you, young master," she said quickly. "I've been attending to my lady. She overexerted herself looking after you."

Atticus stared at her, unmoved.

Now that he was in the First Fold, Awareness, he could sense a lie before it was even spoken. Arya was lying.

But he let it go.

"Alright." He nodded. "So, what's up?"

Arya exhaled quietly, relieved. "My lady asked me to inform you. The delegates are in the meeting room. They're waiting for you."

Atticus sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "Alright. I'll be there soon."

Arya bowed again and left the room.

Atticus walked into his bathroom to freshen up, letting the cold water wash over him. When he stepped out, he dressed simply, nothing elaborate or flashy.

As he reached for the door, Ozeroth's voice echoed in his mind.

"What do you plan on doing?"