292 Bad Feeling
The lowest of the low, this was what the human domain was known for. Humans, as a race, were inherently weak, especially when compared to other races in Eldoralth.
Each of the other races had one or two advantages that contributed to their innate strength over the rest. They all had specialties, something they excelled at.
If not for the presence of mana and lineages with strong bloodlines, humanity would have been completely wiped out from Eldoralth already.
Harrison's slow steps led him towards the unassuming door by the wall as he spoke without turning back, "Time waits for no one, Isabella."
At this point, Isabella's legs that were initially on the table had long since been brought down, both her hands clenched hard in to a fist.
Isabella bit her lower lip, her mind swirling with different thoughts. She adruptly stood up from the sofa, turning to face the departing Harrison as she spoke rapidly,
"I know, Dad. But can't we just tell him abo-" Isabella's rapid voice was abruptly interrupted as Harrison suddenly pivoted, immediately locking eyes with Isabella as he called out firmly,
"Isabella."
Isabella ignored her name being called as she started walking towards Harrison, continuing her rapid talk,
"Dad, I know you have your principles and all, but this is the fate of the human domain we're talking about! Can't we jus-" but before she could finish, she was interrupted once again by Harrison.
"Isabella!" Harrison thundered, an overwhelming aura immediately blanketing the whole room.
The walls and table of the office, they were all sturdy enough to withstand the passive strength of a master-rank individual without flinching, trembled with intensity at the subtle release of Harrison's aura.
Isabella immediately kept quiet. Her body struggling hard to withstand the aura pressing down on her.
In all her time spent with Harrison, this was the first ever time she was seeing him this angry. Despite how serious he had always been with everything and anyone, he had always handled any issues in a calm and collected manner.
But now, this same man was currently looking at her with a a gaze she had never seen before, icy.
Isabella shivered.
No one needed to tell her how Harrison was currently feeling; anyone who knew even the slightest bit about Harrison would know that he was seething.
'I see. Of course, he's also angry about the matter,' Isabella thought, feeling completely foolish about how she had reacted.
If she, who didn't even hold any influence or wasn't even among the higher ups, was feeling this way, then what would the ones who were meant to protect the human domain feel?
Especially one with a responsibility complex.
She couldn't even begin to understand how Harrison was feeling currently.
Having come to this conclusion, Isabella lowered her head and turned completely silent.
"He will attend the academy like a normal student and pass out naturally. You will not bring up this discussion anymore," Harrison declared, his voice laced with authority.
"Is that clear?" Harrison asked.
Isabella had a lot to say, a whole lot, but even she recognized the weight of the moment. Her father wasn't joking around.
Isabella sighed inwardly. And with a small nod of her head, she relented, "Yes, Dad."
Seeing that Isabella had listened to him, Harrison retracted his aura, the huge weight pressing down on Isabella disappearing in an instant.
Then, Harrison turned around and started walking to the exit, the door parting open for him as he approached, closing soundlessly behind him.
Isabella closed her eyes and took a deep breath after Harrison had left, entering a state of contemplation.
'Should I just tell him,' she pondered, her thoughts racing.
Isabella really wanted to go behind her father's back and inform Atticus about their situation even though Harrison had forbidden it.
This matter was far too important for them to just ignore because of her father's principles.
Even she wasn't sure what telling Atticus was going to do, but at least it was better than doing nothing.
'There's a way he can graduate and leave the academy early, but he would only be aware of this and be able to use this when he gets to the third year. Given his strength, I have no doubts that he would surely be able to do it. But...'
Isabella sighed.
Why would Atticus leave the safe environment of the academy where he could safely train and get stronger for the dangerous and deadly military?
'If he doesn't see a reason to leave early, he won't take the chance to graduate early. I would have loved to inform him about the situation, but the only problem is…'
There was simply no way for Isabella to make contact with Atticus in any conceivable way without Harrison finding out.
The man practically knows everything that was happening in the academy.
Isabella shook her head, deciding to let go of the matter for now. Having nothing else to do here because the owner of the office had left, she too walked out of the door.
…
The next day, Atticus woke up very early in the morning with his usual long yawn.
Getting down from the bed, Atticus indulged himself in a long stretch and entered the bathroom to wash his face.
'Hm?' Atticus gazed at his reflection in the mirror. 'Just like yesterday when I got back, why do I have a bad feeling something bad would happen? I don't like this,' he pondered.
He hated feeling this way to the core. When he got back from school yesterday, Atticus had suddenly had a bad feeling when he was training.
It was so random that it completely baffled him. Just what was going on?
Atticus washed his face once again in the bathroom sink. 'There's nothing i can do for now, I'll just have to train extra harder and be prepared for anything that would come my way,' he resolved.
And then, unaware of the talks that had transpired between Harrison and Isabella, Atticus left his room for his usual training routine in the caves.
