Chapter 164: Consultant
My "fall" in the Grey Hills bought me exactly what I needed most: time.
For two days, I was confined to my small room in the Willson Guild Hall under my mother's strict orders.
"Mana exhaustion from a fall like that is serious, Michael," Lilly insisted, bustling in and out with trays of nourishing, if bland, bone broth and herbal teas.
"You just stay put and recover. No training, no running off. Understood?"
"Understood, Mom," I'd reply, playing the part of the dutifully recovering son.
It was the perfect cover. While my family saw a boy healing from a clumsy accident, I was, in fact, in a critical recovery phase.
The backlash from the spatial jump and the B-Rank guardian fight had left my mana core feeling less like a stable reservoir and more like a cracked crystal.
