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Chapter 2274 Sansa x Wyatt's Father

AN: Sorry for the mix-up in the previous chapter. I have rectified it. Please read it again before proceeding to this chapter.

Date: 22 April 2321

Time: 02:39

Location: Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, Dungeon Highway, Blood Rock Dungeon Seal, Seed World

'Wyatt, I thought I was clear that we couldn't deliver on our promise until you helped create a card to aid Corey's mental condition, Park communicated mentally as the crowd once again lost themselves in the celebration. Corey's antics had lightened the mood, taking everyone's attention off the Field Marshal's sudden outburst. Now, the spotlight was back on the birthday girl and her creator.

'I don't remember that conversation going quite that way, but it doesn't matter. I doubt the Field Marshal will let me have a martial card until I'm adept in Combat Arts. Besides, I have no use for low-rank cards now, Wyatt replied to Park, keeping it brief. 'What about the martial arts cards you asked me to prepare for the twin origin cards for those twin brothers from the Southern Watch? You received a devil-grade ingredient from Anna in payment for that, didn't you? We haven't delivered yet, Park reminded him.

'I remember. Be prepared-I'll ask the Field Marshal to make the arrangments,' Wyatt said, giving Park a heads-up, then mentally reached out to the Field Marshal to set it up.

'A devil-grade ingredient to create two A-rank origin cards? Isn't that price a bit steep?" The Field Marshal mentally asked, surprised at what Anna was paying for Wyatt's services.

Hearing about such incidents, she occationaly could not help think her niece might be right about curbing Anna's obsession with Wyatt. His reputation as a Card Creationist was renowned, especially after curing Asong Young, but charging a devil-grade ingredient for two A-rank origin cards was practically highway robbery. She couldn't imagine what Anna had been thinking when she agreed.

'Not two A-rank origin cards, but twin A-rank origin cards, Besides, I'm a Diamond-grade Card Creationist now, so that price is a steal. Your Southern Watch got a bargain, Wyatt shamelessly asserted, feigning generosity.

The Field Marshal rolled her eyes. 'Fine, I'll make the arrangements. But promise me you won't use any martial arts cards until you complete my combat training sessions?' 'What about the one you just gave me?' Wyatt teased, only to hear the Field Marshal snap, "That's not a martial arts card; it's a training card. Please, take this seriously. I'm begging you!

'Geez, calm down; I was just kidding, Wyatt said, noticing the Field Marshal's swollen expression. Her face remained tense as she gritted her teeth and added, 'Combat training is no joke. Considering the number of enemies you've made across the myriad realms, you need it more than anyone!

'Alright, alright. I promise to train in Combat Arts whenever I have free time. Happy?" Wyatt assured her, knowing she wouldn't let it go otherwise.

'Yes, but I'll be even happier when I actually see you training, the Field Marshal conveyed indirectly, implying she would only believe Wyatt when he put his words into action. She made this remark as his combat instructor, not his loyal knight. 'You'll see it soon enough, Wyatt assured her, then asked, 'I need all the information that Anna's mother collected about my father. You received it too, right? Please send a copy to my grimoire!

The Field Marshal didn't bother asking why he was suddenly inquiring about his father. Instead, she truthfully informed him, having already shared the file with his grimoire, 'About that, the information on his time after becoming a card apprentice till he met your mother is unclear. It shows he was hired by a merchant group as a helper and ended up stranded in the Central Capital after a consignment. But when we asked around, we found nothing. We suspect that Sansa may have tampered with the evidence!

'Sansa?" Wyatt frowned. His first thought was that young Wyatt's father might have been a member of the Paw clan, but then it didn't make sense. Why would young Wyatt's memories of his childhood be so pleasant, with loving parents? This didn't add up, especially since Sansa had needed the local Circle branch's help to kill young Wyatt's parents and he couldn't think of any reason his father would be associated with Sansa.

'We tried to dig up as much as we could about your father, the Field Marshal continued, 'but all we found were the things you already know, and the fake history created by Sansa. His origins, and the time between becoming a card apprentice and meeting your mother, remain a mystery!

Wyatt listened carefully as the Field Marshal shared everything she knew without hiding anything. From her words, it was clear she believed Sansa and Wyatt's father were associates, perhaps because Anna's mother had concluded as much.

"Thank you, Wyatt said, grateful to the Field Marshal for sharing the information. Although what they had learned about his father wasn't very helpful, it did make him consider his father's origins more seriously.

'Do you miss your parents?' the Field Marshal couldn't help but ask. Having spent so much time with him, she knew that although his young shoulders bravely carried great responsibilities, he had been through a lot at such a young age. Pain wasn't any easier for him simply because he was a quirky genius.

'Would you be surprised if I said no?' Wyatt asked, not wanting to lie to her, as he viewed the Field Marshal as an elder in his life.

'No, I expected you to put on a brave face-that's just who you are. You share your happiness, but not your pain, the Field Marshal replied, shaking her head. She decided not to press him further, knowing that he would open up to her when he felt ready, as he had when Susan reject to date him.

Seeing the Field Marshal misunderstand his response, Wyatt shook his head in mild dismay. Then, he flew toward the crowd to join the celebrations, calling out, 'Come on, let's enjoy ourselves! We don't get time off often!