So Tristin Schroeder had actually died?
"Miss Sean, she..."
"Leonardo!" Conrad Schroeder snapped, cutting off Uncle Armando's words.
Seeing this, Uncle Armando fell silent.
I vaguely grasped something in my mind, but I kept quiet.
I wasn't sure when it began, but my heart had grown increasingly cold.
"Go ahead, I'll drop by the Schroeder family when I get a chance," I said.
Conrad eagerly bowed and replied, "Alright, Mr. Raymond, I'll be expecting you at our house."
After they departed, I sat cross-legged on the bed.
Ever since I'd awakened, there had been a golden light flickering in my mind.
Though only the size of a rice grain, this golden light gave me a sense of extraordinary power.
"What is this thing?" I closed my eyes slightly, sensing the golden glow in my mind.
Soon, I discovered that the golden light seemed to respond to my thoughts.
"Mental power?" I speculated.
