NovelEnglishChapter 1136 "Violet, when did you becso pessimistic?" Isaac's voice cfrom behind them, sudden and unannounced. He stood behind them, looking dashing in his attire.
"There are people far worse off than you, yet they keep pushing forward with optimism. You've got wealth, talent, and beauty-everything a woman could dream of. And yet, here you are, sulking over one setback. Do you really think you're honoring the gods who gave you such a fortunate start in life?" Violet turned around to face him. His towering frseemed to swallow her up, his chiseled features still carrying that reckless, carefree air. In the dim light of the lamps hanging along the corridor, his sun-kissed skin gleamed faintly. His dark eyes, almost pitch-black, were impossible to read-was he lecturing her seriously or simply teasing? "Con, letshow you something," Isaac added, before reaching out and grabbing her wrist.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith one swift leap, he soared into the air, gliding effortlessly as if carried by the wind. Stunned, Violet stared at him in shock. Was Isaac's Lightfoot Skill that amazing? She had always thought he was just half-hearted in everything he did. Carissa tilted her head as she watched them leave. Had Isaac really not noticed her presence? He hadn't even glanced at her or acknowledged her.
Isaac took Violet all the way to the top of Glimmering Tower, where they hung suspended in mid-air. They gazed at the sprawling city below, the city lights twinkling like stars. Before they ascended, Isaac had stopped at the base of the tower to fetch two bottles of wine- one for Violet, the other for himself.
The night air was cool, refreshing after the heat of the day. With the darkness around them, it was hard to make out their features. Drinking in such obscurity felt a bit intimate, so Isaac pulled a Night Pearl out of his sleeve. With a soft click, the entire top of the tower illuminated as though the moon itself had settled there.
"Look at the lights from the thousands of households," Isaac said. "Each light represents a home, a family, and a collection of troubles. Whether you're born with royal blood or into a common household, everyone faces their own set of struggles. Yours? It's nothing." Violet pursed her lips. "I wasn't asking for your sympathy. No need to bringup here to comfortor pourwine." She wasn't in need of sympathy. She was fine.
Isaac's gaze deepened as he turned his head to look at her.
"Who said I was here to comfort you? I brought you here to comfortand to keepcompany," he said, his voice low and almost wistful.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRemembering the debt of gratitude she owed him for saving her life, Violet didn't get angry. Instead, she asked, "What do you need comforting for?" Isaac swayed his legs, taking a swig of wine. "Do you know my name?" "Of course I do. It's Isaac Prince." "That wasn't always my name." His voice dropped a little, and under the glow of the Night Pearl, his expression darkened slightly.
"Then, what were you called?" Violet asked, intrigued.
Isaac remained quiet for a while before slowly murmuring, "Seraphina Prince." Violet almost lost her balance. Seraphina? Isaac may not be known for his strictness, but he was definitely famous as a smooth talker and a ladies' mah. And yet, his nwas Seraphina, which often implied someone who was pampered and cute? BUMS "Don't you dare laugh!" Isaac shot her a severe look. "If you laugh, I'll push you off this tower and silence you for good." Violet thought back to the day she was captured by Yuvan's men, then slapped herself to hold back her laughter. That was the only way she could force the urge to laugh down. "What's so funny about that? It's a nice name." Though she held back her laughter, she still couldn't help but feel puzzled. Why was Isaac telling her this? Didn't he worry she might run off to Meadow Ridge and spread the word? Seeing that she wasn't laughing, Isaac relaxed a little and asked, "Do you know why I was called that?" Violet thought for a moment. What other reason could there be? Maybe his dad had skind of grudge against him. But she didn't want to say that outright.
"Maybe... your dad had a bit of a... conflict with you? Like skind of bad luck or taboo?"
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