Arlon opened the book.
The paper felt heavier than it should have—weighted not just with ink, but with the presence of the one who'd written it.
The Path to Beauty.
Again, the first thing he saw was the entry at the top—the one that had always been there, waiting.
It was about Mei.
"My Dear Disciple. Someone called Mei visited you while you were in the Tower. I didn't want to peek into your private life, but while reading her thoughts, I learned more than I intended to. Just to let you know, I don't approve of your two timing. Don't upset my other cute disciple. Anyway, she said she would be back exactly in the third month. But if you come early, you should see her first."
Arlon frowned slightly.
Of course, Agema had read Mei's mind.
That was the sort of thing ascended existences did—peering through thought and memory like it was no more private than the sky.
Still, it unsettled him a little.
But he couldn't change that now. He wasn't even mad.
Just... mildly resigned.
