The Million-Dollar Heart

Vivienne took a delicate sip of her herbal tea, her eyes signaling her mentor to continue. Whether to believe or not, she decided, was up to her to judge.

"Sasha must've mentioned it to you, that artifact has quite a history, tracing back about two centuries. The family in question was of noble military lineage, but due to their overwhelming power, they were eventually decimated under the guise of treason. If any descendants exist, they'd be from a side branch."

"But there's a piece of folklore about this family that might just align with the clues you're seeking."

"Folklore?" Vivienne looked up, her gaze cool and detached.

Master Finnian's cheeks flushed with a touch of annoyance, his teacup clattering slightly as he set it on the table. "My dear girl, your mentor here has a reputation and dignity to uphold. Would I really concoct a tale just to save a few dollars?"

"Don't forget, I gave a generous wedding gift, even parting with some of my prized possessions, things your fellow apprentices could only dream of."

Vivienne returned to her tea, clearly uninterested in the tangent.

The old man was stretching it. How could she possibly believe a tale spanning two centuries?

Besides, she knew the "generous" wedding gift was funded by contributions from her fellow apprentices, and the prized possessions? Merely some calligraphy he'd done himself...

Other than the framing costs, she wondered where the expense was.

"I could return those 'precious' items if you'd like," she retorted.

"You wouldn't dare!"

for. Spit three times to ward off bad luck, you ungrateful child. You have no idea of its worth; others would kill for such treasures..." Finnian, flustered and tapping his

Vivienne merely sighed.

The sole heiress fell ill with a mysterious disease that disfigured her on

offered a solution - a potion brewed

a maiden's heart?"

us now, such beliefs

the blood was a decoy,

narrowed her eyes. A

Who was Abigail, really?

outcome?"

raised his eyebrows, pushing his teacup towards her. "Pour me some tea, will you? Can't you

obliged, their

heiress sought the

if it held the secrets of the universe.

at a loss

knew her mentor could be unreliable, but this was beyond her expectations. These "secrets" were nothing she couldn't find in a

her thoughts, she realized she had missed a crucial detail. "So, what was the

his forehead,

ready to leave. Finnian called out, "Leaving so soon? We've barely had a

an ancient warrior lineage with the ability to teleport, accessible only beyond the fifth tier of