Chapter 150 - The Face Of The Kanta (1/2)

Blaise had been experiencing a lot of conflicted thoughts and emotions ever since he saw the tiny woman now sitting in front of him launch herself at Abby in the street. He was happy that she was able to find her sister again—of course he was, with how much she talked about it—but felt a heavy sense of loss.

If he wasn't able to convince all of the necessary parties to go along with his plan for the military, he would likely never see her again after this. He had expected to be ignored after the reunion she dreamed about for so long but hadn't expected that it would actually sting.

He sat through over an hour of the most unbelievable story he had ever heard without her looking at him once. It seemed like everyone had forgotten he was there until Katie thanked him for bringing her here safely.

That was a somber reminder that their time together was done. Blaise wouldn't have more than a few minutes with her alone now that she seemed to be glued to her sister's side. Even the other woman's husband had been an afterthought in the conversation.

Those two had a bond that no one and nothing could ever break. He had no intention of interfering with her happiness.

What was the most amazing about their insane story was that so many people believed it. Rich, powerful, influential people. The queen of Annalaias. The leader of the Kanta clan. They all talked about living inside of a novel and the existence of another world as matter-of-factly as they would the weather.

After being a witness to that conversation, Blaise couldn't be quite as dismissive as he had been before. Maybe, just maybe, Abby had been telling the truth all along.

He wasn't sure what sort of person he had believed Katie de Kanta would be. He had heard so many different things about her from Abby, the king and queen of Annalaias, and various merchants both here and home in Shibatsu.

To Abby she was selfless, protective, and a lot of fun. To King Franz she was a troublemaker. To the Kanta clan she was a revolutionary. And from what Blaise had seen personally she was a loving wife and mother with the tendency to get overemotional.

When Katie took her sister away on a tour of the house and to entertain the toddler, he was able to make a more solid impression of her husband. Alamar de Kanta hadn't said much the whole time the siblings were talking.

He did give off the impression about being worried Abby would steal his wife away and take her back to their homeland at first. But once that worry passed his aura was distinctly carefree.

Alamar contributed here and there to the conversation about his plan while his wife was there but let her take the lead. It was almost as if he knew that she was better at this sort of thing than he was and deferred to her superior experience.

Blaise had heard about the genius political mind of the clan leader's wife—who in their world hadn't?—but he hadn't realized the full extent of the rumors. He was talking to a woman who couldn't be more than twenty years old and she was more knowledgeable than any politician he had ever met.

Where had she learned all of this? A nobleman's daughter wouldn't have had the opportunity to study politics to this extent. Had she been taught in the other world he was started to believe existed?