An academy right next to where he was forcefully teleported to?
And a ring that could hide his class?
The old hag was definitely not being subtle about what she thought his next move should be. Ethan smiled, a smile with some bitterness and sadness. Even in that dire situation, a life or death moment for her, the old woman took the time to think about him.
He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. Agnes's tough love was something he had never truly understood, harsh lectures and constant reprimands mixed with small acts of genuine care. The contradictions made his head spin.
But now, standing here in Stonecreek with her ring securely on his finger, Ethan finally saw through her rough exterior. This was her way of pushing him forward, preparing him to survive in a world that didn't tolerate weakness.
