Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 732

Chapter 732: Chapter 732 - Taming the Fifth Year - First Dialogue - 2

"They always have it guarded," the words came faster now, easier. Like a confession that had been held back too long and now couldn’t be stopped. "Dozens of specialized tamers. The strongest of the Night faction Starweavers. All at least Gold-rank and some doubles who never go out to participate in wars or anything because they’re their ’precious’ guards."

She spun with Ren, their steps perfectly synchronized.

The movement helping somehow. Giving her something to focus on besides the vulnerability of sharing secrets she’d kept buried for so long.

"Stealing it would be nearly impossible since they have many trackers and perception beasts." She paused, letting him understand that. "And if we confront them..."

"They’d use it," Ren completed her silence in a murmur and another nod.

Understanding immediately. Seeing the problem without her having to spell it out.

"Spending more of it."

Exactly.

Luna continued unloading information. Details about her uncles. About faction politics. About the negotiation complications that made simple solutions impossible.

About how everything was interconnected in ways that meant one wrong move could cascade into disaster.

And Ren just listened.

Nodded when necessary. Murmured understanding when appropriate.

But mainly listened.

Not offering solutions, nor proposing plans. Neither trying to take over or fix things his way.

Just absorbing everything she said with the kind of patient attention that suggested he understood this wasn’t about solving problems yet. This was about her finally being able to share the weight she’d been carrying alone.

"That’s why I don’t want to act yet," Luna uttered finally, reaching the conclusion she’d been building toward. "I want to have my full rewards first. All my established value."

She looked at Ren, something vulnerable crossing her expression before she could hide it. Finally opening herself to his opinion...

"Is that okay? Waiting?"

"I’ll wait," Ren whispered with absolute firmness. The conviction in his voice making it sound like oath rather than simple statement. "Until you want... Until you ask me to act... Not before."

Or not... Ren didn’t fall into the trap...

The trap of taking over, deciding he knew better or pushing his timeline onto her situation.

And there.

THERE was when it happened.

’OHGODTHISOHGODTHIS!’

The thought exploded in Luna’s mind like fireworks.

’DID HE MEAN IT? JUST THAT SIMPLE? WITHOUT CONDITIONS? WITHOUT "BUT"? WITHOUT TRYING TO CONVINCE ME HIS PLAN IS BETTER?’

’He’s simply... simply going to wait for ME! He’s going to let ME decide! He’s going to trust MY judgment without questioning it!’

’WHO DOES THAT? WHO IS THAT PATIENT THAT...?’

Her expression didn’t change... Not a muscle moved.

"Thank you," she whispered, so low it was almost inaudible.

But inside she was a disaster of relief and gratitude and something warmer that she didn’t know how to name.

Ren nodded. And they continued dancing.

The silence that followed was more comfortable. More secure.

Like something had settled between them. Like trust had been offered and accepted and now existed as foundation they could build on.

And then Luna began to speak again.

But different this time.

Not information or strategic considerations. Something more personal... More vulnerable.

In code. In pieces of memories that mattered for reasons she couldn’t quite articulate.

"The first day," she began softly, her voice carrying emotions she usually suppressed. "In the temple. When your turn came."

Ren looked at her curiously.

Not understanding yet where this was going but willing to follow. Trusting that if she was sharing this, it mattered somehow.

’Your mana mark was so small. So insignificant.’

’And I got so angry. Because it was unfair.’

’You were strong. In the way mom always said that really counts.’

’Say it. You’ve come this far. Just say it.’

’OHGODOHGODISAIDIT.IREALLYSAIDIT.NOW HE THINKS I’M A WEIRD STALKER WHO’S BEEN WATCHING HIM FROM THE FIRST DAY LIKE SOME KIND OF STRANGE PERSON WHO MEMORIZES STRANGERS’ MANA MARKS AND...’

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