Chapter 1892


    Zephyr and Nichs walked out together, resuming their bickering, each trying to prove who had been


    tougher earlier.


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    Persephone chuckled and walked up to them, hooking an arm around each.


    “We let off some steam on your behalf just now.” Zephyr ruffled her hair. “Feeling a bit better now?”


    “Sephy, your Grandpa Nichs’ still got the moves!” Nichsughed. “But your taste, oh dear. You


    spent four years in university with that fe… Such a wimp, can’t take a beating!”


    “Nichs!” Zephyr pursed his lips. “If you can’t speak nicely, then keep quiet. Sephy’s feeling upset.”


    Nichs red at him. “What’s there to be upset about? Didn’t we just thrash that kid?”


    “You called him a wimp, implying Sephy can’t choose right!”


    “She never could. Why can’t I say it?”


    “You…”


    “Grandpa Zephyr, Grandpa Nichs!” Persephone was amused and exasperated by the two old men.


    “Could you two stop arguing? I’ve let go of Samuel already. Honestly, this fight was unnecessary for


    me.”


    Zephyr and Nichs exchanged a nce, understanding without speaking. They knew Persephone


    might appear easygoing, but she was actually sensitive and deeplymitted to her rtionships. She


    might take a while to recover from this heartbreak.


    And the best remedy for a broken heart was to embark on a new rtionship.


    Zephyr probed, “Sephy, the Bayers are hosting a banquet this weekend. Toph and Arya’s new works


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    “Yes, yes!” Nichs chimed in. “There’ll be talented young folks at the banquet. It’s good for you to


    socialize! You can’t just pick anyone. You must find a match of status and background. Absolutely no


    more like Samuel, trying to ‘help the poor’–“


    Before he finished, Zephyr pped him on the shoulder again.


    A match of status and background? Persephone blinked. It didn’t sit well with her. Perhaps having been


    born into privilege, she didn’t desire a marriage based on status but rather a genuine and unconditional


    love.


    If she had to marry for the family’s benefit, that would be impossible for her.


    She looked at the two seriously. “Grandpa Zephyr, Grandpa Nichs, I want… to go away for a while.”


    “Sure!” Zephyr grinned. “I’ll take you to the racetrack!”


    “No,” Persephone said. “I mean leaving Centrolis, going somewhere else.”


    Zephyr and Nichs were stunned.


    “I’ve grown up, but my life goals aren’t that clear. I don’t know what I can or want to do. I need time to


    think.”


    The two elderly men looked at each other and silently epted her wishes.


    Taking a trip might help. Seeing different aspects of the world might guide her to what she wanted to


    do.


    “Besides contemting my life, I have something very important.” Persephone bit her lip, her tone


    incredibly resolute. “I want to go to Flinge. Greta might still be alive there, and I want to bring her back!”