Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 325

"No, no... This must be a joke, or there must be a mistake," Fern said with a trembling voice, her plant vines briefly contracting. "Are you sure this is for us?"

The messenger consulted his scroll again, running a finger down the ornate script. "Fern and Reed Patinder, residents in the Twisted Black Oak area, outer district 15. There's no mistake, ma'am."

"But... six hundred thousand crystals," Reed insisted, his mature plant's leaves rustling slightly. "Our Ren used to collect and save rain crystals, but... That's... it's an impossible fortune for a first-year child to gather in just six months."

The messenger shrugged, his professional demeanor unruffled by their disbelief. "We only deliver, sir. But if it helps, the sender spoke directly with the business owner. That's not something just anyone can do."

They spent the next few minutes bombarding the patient messengers with questions, most of which they couldn't answer.

"What should we do with this?" Fern whispered, as if speaking too loudly might make the moment disappear or change reality. Her fingers nervously smoothed the letter, tracing the now more weirdly confident strokes of Ren's handwriting.

Reed reread the letter, his eyes lingering on each extraordinary line. "If all this is true... if our Ren has really accomplished all this..."

Fern nodded slowly.

They looked at each other, and in their eyes saw the same decision. With care, Reed drafted the response, the quill gliding over the paper as Fern nodded at each word.

♢♢♢♢

The first day of the new semester began with the usual frantic activity. Students rushed through corridors, comparing schedules and still exchanging stories of their brief day of freedom.

Ren, after completing the brutal morning routine imposed by Lin, was returning to his dormitory to change before classes when a small white canary intercepted him in the hallway.

The bird carried an envelope with the Pegasus seal. Ren took it, intrigued, and the canary departed with a cheerful trill that seemed to hang in the air longer than natural sound should.

"What's that?" asked Taro, who accompanied him, dragging his feet and Min's 'lifeless' body by one foot, together with Liu, who was pulling Min by the other foot after their exhausting training.

"I don't know," Ren responded, breaking the seal. Inside he found two notes. The first, brief and formal, was from Alicia:

Esteemed young Patinder,

I regret to inform you that your shipment has been returned by express request of the recipients. The funds have been redeposited into your account at the academy. I attach a letter from your parents explaining the situation.

Always at your service, Alicia Pegasus

Ren felt a void in his stomach. They had returned it? Why? With trembling fingers, he unfolded the second letter, immediately recognizing his father's rustic but tidy calligraphy.

Our dear Ren,

Your letter and the extraordinary shipment that accompanied it have left us speechless. Reading about your achievements, your double contract, your tournament victory, and your discoveries has filled us with such big pride that it cannot fit in these pages.

However, after -y-o-u-r- -m-o-t-h-e- much reflection, we have decided to return the crystals. Not because we doubt you or your words (-t-h-o-u-g-h- -I- -c-o-n-f-e-s-s- -t-h-e-y- -s-e-e-m- -t-o-o- -f-a-n-t-a-s-t-i-c- -t-o- b-e- --t-r-u-e-), but because we firmly believe these resources should remain with you.

If everything you tell us is true, these crystals will be much more useful financing your cultivation and studies than accumulating in this modest home. What would we do with six hundred thousand crystals? Our needs are simple, and although the idea of recovering the house is tempting, it's not something we really need.

What we truly desire is to see you grow, to see you reach your full potential. And for that, you must have all possible resources at your disposal.

Don't worry about us. We're perfectly fine. The work in the kitchens, far from being a burden, is something we enjoy. We cook with love, and each dish we create reminds us of you.

As for the ritual you taught us, we haven't missed a single day. And though you may know it, we've noticed changes. Small, subtle, but undeniable. We don't know if it's because of the ritual or simply because the hope of your success keeps us young, but your father can now lift pots that previously required great effort, and your mother's hands no longer ache at night.

Use those crystals wisely, son. Cultivate your beasts, develop your gifts, and when your break comes in six months, tell us your whole story in person. We'll be waiting with open arms and a sweet root stew ready for you.

With all our love, Mom and Dad

P.S.: Your mother insists that not telling us what the surprise is is cruel, but I think it's fair. We await it eagerly.

The letter slipped between Ren's fingers as tears clouded his vision. Hearing their words made him realize how much he missed them.

A sob escaped his throat before he could contain it, and then silently, he was crying in the middle of the hallway.

Min revived and stood up alarmed, approaching quickly. "Ren? What's happening?"

"Don't you get tired of reading those cursed words?" Mayo asked from the doorway of the room, observing her with a touch of exasperation. The maid leaned against the frame, her arms crossed over her uniform. _{freēwebnovel.com}