Van returned to the guild, stepping before the front entrance.
'I bet there'll be a mess... or not. I did leave in a hurry.'
His thoughts flickered to Mika and Rika's shaken expressions.
'Was it right to just leave them like that?'
His mind instinctively wandered to Amoria's reaction to the news.
'She knew about it and took it calmly... Maybe knowing in advance helped. I hope it did the same for those two.'
Guilt gnawed at him as he took a few steps forward.
'I shouldn't have left them in that state. But I couldn't risk that boy dying. That, plus... I told them about me and Alicia.'
A sigh escaped him.
'Maybe I've said it too abruptly. But if I didn't do it now, I probably never would've...'
His gaze lifted as he reached the guild doors.
'Walk in. Let's finish this.'
He took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
Marcy's head snapped up at the sound of the doors. Her eyes landed on Van.
"Oh, didn't notice you left," she muttered, then frowned. "Where's Michael?"
Van's gaze flicked around.
'...So Mika and Rika left without saying anything.'
A quiet sigh of relief. 'Good.'
"He had to leave," Van said simply, walking past the counter.
Marcy squinted at him. "What did you two talk about that was so important? And I know you or something blocked the sound." Her tone was almost accusatory.
Van barely reacted. "I'll tell you soon. It's not urgent right now."
He stopped in front of her.
Marcy hummed, narrowing her eyes. "Fine. But I will ask. I find the whole thing suspicious. And if I don't hear it from you, I'll get it out of that boy."
"Fair enough." Van said, still standing in front of her, looking into her eyes.
She raised an eyebrow. "Want something else?"
Van hesitated, then exhaled. "...You're a great mother."
Marcy's eyes widened.
"Never let anyone tell you otherwise."
A brief silence. Then, she scoffed, shaking her head awkwardly. "A-are you seriously still upset about that? Chillax, it's water under the bridge, I'm not mad anymore—"
She cut off mid-sentence.
Van's grip tightened around her shoulders.
Even she couldn't shake him off.
"Marcy." His voice was steady, his gaze firm.
For a moment, she stilled, caught off guard.
"You have no idea how much I'd give to take Anne's place as your child."
Marcy's lips parted slightly.
"You're worth more than you can imagine in my eyes. I want you to know that. Okay? And what I said last night? I meant none of it."
Her face flushed red.
She pushed at him—or tried to.
Van didn't budge.
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Betrayed, I Met The Demon Lord
FantasyVan and his friend Magus had reincarnated in another world with magic. Tasked to kill the demon lord, they set forth. Van was granted very rough skills that made life for him in that world a living hell, yet he muscled through. Magus however, was be...
