Chapter 82

The outcome would be disastrous. Catching a glimpse of my expression, Cassion kept talking.

"Professor Umbrelle was recommended by His Majesty Karman. You know that too."

Cassion had a point. I knew it in my head, but I still couldn't bring myself to feel good about it.

"Where should we head to?"

While we'd been going back and forth, the carriage had already left the palace. The driver, pulling to a brief stop, opened the small window and asked.

I had to make a decision. Do the assignment, or give up and turn back.

What should I do.

While I wavered, cold wind kept pouring in through the little driver's window.

"Cough."

Cassion coughed, hit by the icy gust. I spun around, and the moment our eyes met, he covered his mouth and curled his body in on itself.

He struggled to swallow the next cough down. His small back…