Awakened Talent: 10,000 Exp Converter!-Chapter 215: Lordship?

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After a while, they emerged from the alleys, but Vincent could still sense the town’s guards searching for them.

The young girl didn’t stop and instead turned down another street.

"Where are you taking us?" Ara asked, curious.

The young girl didn’t respond. After exchanging glances, they silently followed her.

But when they rounded the corner, the girl had vanished without a trace. In front of them was nothing but a cobblestone wall.

"Where did she go?" Ara murmured in confusion.

Just as she spoke, the young girl’s head poked out from the wall. "This way."

Ara flinched slightly in surprise.

Vincent, however, remained unfazed. Ever since his interest had been piqued, he had been using his Heaven Eyes skill continuously.

The young girl disappeared back into the wall, leaving no trace of her presence.

"Hey, wait!" Ara called out before stepping forward and vanishing into the wall as well.

Vincent followed without a word.

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They soon found themselves inside a dimly lit, dilapidated living room. The interior had long lost its former vibrancy.

A wooden table and chairs sat at the center of the room, and a wooden staircase stood against the left wall. Explore more stories at novelbuddy

Turning around, Vincent noticed that the cobblestone wall had disappeared. In its place was an aged timber door.

The young beggar girl now stood facing them.

Taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, Ara asked in a low voice, "Where are we?"

Before the young girl could answer, a hoarse old woman’s voice rang from upstairs.

"Aevara, is that you?" The voice was weak, each word drawn out slowly.

Aevara—the young girl—turned toward the staircase. An elderly phantolisk woman, hunched with age, was making her way down, her movements slow and labored.

"Granny! W-Why are you out of bed?" Aevara hurried forward to assist her. Her voice filled with concern.

"What nonsense. I’m not bedridden, you brat," the old woman, Tayma, grumbled.

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Despite her gruff tone, her gaze softened as she looked at the sickly Aevara, her gaze filled with warmth.

"Why are you back so early? Didn’t you say you’d return late? Have you eaten?" Tayma asked, her voice gentle despite her earlier complaint.

Aevara didn’t immediately answer as she carefully helped her grandmother down the stairs.

It was then that Tayma finally noticed Ara. She frowned slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.

"Oh? You didn’t even tell this old woman we had guests. Did I not teach you better?"

She waved a wrinkled hand dismissively. "Go, take the jar from the cabinet."

"But Granny, that’s—"

"Aevara." Tayma interrupted, her tone sharp.

The shift in Tayma’s tone made Aevara fall silent. She knew her grandmother was serious.

She hesitated, unwilling to take it—she knew that jar contained the last of their food, saved for emergencies in case they had to relocate again. And she had only brought these strangers here for the food the woman had promised her.

But in the end, she had no choice but to obey.

Tayma watched Aevara disappear into the next room before turning back to Ara.

"I apologize for my grandchild’s manners," she said with an apologetic smile. "That child has had to grow up too fast."

Ara shook her head. "No, it’s fine."

Tayma’s smile faded, replaced by a serious expression.

Her eyes darkened as she spoke, her voice low and weak. "Please, leave after you eat. And don’t ever get close to my grandchild again. I’m telling you this for your own good."

Ara’s expression turned cold at the barely veiled warning.

Before she could respond, Vincent interjected. "What do you mean by that, old woman?"

Tayma turned her sharp gaze on him. But the moment she took in his features—the lower half of his face exposed, his piercing purple eyes beneath the mask—her expression changed.

Her deep frown twisted into sheer horror, as though she had seen the most terrifying creature imaginable.

Despite her reptilian cerulean scales, her face visibly paled.

Then, without warning, she fell to her knees and pressed her forehead on the floor, her frail body trembling.

"I-I beg your forgiveness, My Lord! Please, have mercy on us! My grandchild is still young. She has no family left aside from me. Please, don’t kill me," Tayma pleaded, her voice shaking.

Vincent frowned beneath his mask, utterly perplexed by her reaction.

Ara, equally confused, glanced between the trembling old woman and Vincent.

Just as Vincent was about to help Tayma up, a sudden crash rang out from the other room.

Turning toward the source of the sound, Vincent saw Aevara standing frozen, a broken jar at her feet. Pickled fruits were scattered across the floor.

Ignoring the spilled food, Aevara rushed toward her grandmother.

"Granny!" she cried.

But Tayma remained unmoving, her forehead pressed to the floor.

Aevara turned on Vincent with bared teeth, her eyes blazing with anger.

"What did you do to my Granny?!" she demanded.

Vincent was speechless. He hadn’t done anything, yet he knew Aevara wouldn’t believe a word he said.

Fortunately, he didn’t need to speak. Tayma grabbed Aevara and forced her to bow her head.

"Mind your manners, you brat! Have I raised you all these years just for you to be this rude?!"

"Granny…" Aevara was stunned. She had only been trying to protect her! Why was she the one being scolded?

And ’Lord’? Had she unknowingly brought a noble into their home?

Seeing her grandmother’s firm stance, Aevara reluctantly complied, muttering, "I-I’m sorry."

Tayma clicked her tongue. "What are you apologizing for? Say it properly!"

"I apologize for my rudeness," Aevara corrected, her voice firmer.

Tayma turned to Vincent, bowing lower. "My Lord, forgive this ignorant child. She failed to recognize your divine Lordship."

’Divine Lordship?’ Aevara’s mind reeled. Just who had she invited into their home?

Ara, too, was at a loss.

And Vincent—

He was completely dumbfounded.

Ara narrowed her eyes at him. "Who are you really?"

Vincent had no answer.

He was as baffled as she was. Why was he being addressed as ’Lordship’?

He had already been confused when he was called ’Young Master’ during the Tower of Speed challenge.

And now, a completely new title?

Just what was the real background of this body?