Chapter 300 Mysto Kerrigan
Just like her, he was a true patriot.
“Do you like that painting?”
Myst’s voice drifted over, gentle and warm.
Tilda turned and saw Myst walking over. He was wrapped in a thick blanket and holding a steaming cup of coffee.
“I’m not a fan of winter, especially here in Motrar. It’s way too cold, and I get chilly easily,” Myst explained.
Tilda smiled softly. “I can tell.”
They sat down together.
Buck brought Tilda a cup of coffee, along with some pastries.
“Buck used to be a top coffee maker at a big company before he retired. I convinced him to work for me here,” Myst said. “Buck’s coffee is the best in the world–nobody comes close. Try it.”
He bowed his head, humbled by the praise. “You’re too kind.”
Tilda lifted the cup and breathed in the aroma–rich and invigorating. She took a sip, and the bitterness melted away on her tongue, creating a magical taste. It was even better than the famous corner café in Slosa. Buck was definitely a master.
“It’s delicious, thank you.”
Setting the cup down, Tilda looked at Myst, ready to get straight to the point. “Myst, if you don’t mind me asking–what’s your real name?”
She watched him closely, searching his face for any sign of hesitation.
“You’re right, I haven’t properly introduced myself. If we’re going to be friends, you deserve to know my name too, Ms. Tilda. Myst is actually a nickname, taken from my real name. My full name is Kerrigan. Mystro Kerrigan.”
Kerrigan?!
Tilda’s breath was caught. Could this strange feeling really be…?
“Mr. Kerrigan, did you ever have an incredible mentor?”
Mystro looked to be in his twenties, older than Tilda. If he truly was her senior, she couldn’t guess how old their mentor was when he took Mystro as a student. She could only ask directly.
Mystro raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, I did. He even gave me my name.”
Chapter 300 Mysto Kerrigan
Suddenly, Tilda slapped the table and jumped to her feet, startling Buck. She didn’t bother to apologize, blurting out in excitement, “You… are my senior?!”
Mystro pressed his lips together. “…Did your mentor have the last name Kerrigan?”
“Yes! Dane and I are both his students! Mystro, you—”
He coughed, a little embarrassed. “Well, my relationship with him is a bit complicated. He’s actually my uncle by family. We’re related. I was born a Kerrigan, and he named me. Uncle Harvey left when he was in his thirties, and I haven’t seen him much since. I don’t even know where he went. My elders said Uncle Harvey traveled all over the world, taking in gifted orphans as apprentices. I learned from him too. Strictly speaking… I guess I’m your senior.”
Mentor’s… family?
Tilda could hardly believe it! The legendary Myst was actually related by blood to her mentor! What a wild twist of fate! Joy surged through her—this meant she could finally learn more about her mentor!
“So… Mystro, could you tell me more about our mentor?”
“I’m sorry, Tilda. I don’t know much more. When Uncle Harvey left the Kerrigans, I was just a kid. If you want details, you’d have to ask my parents–but sadly, they’re gone now. My dad died of cancer two years ago. My mom loved him so much she couldn’t bear the loss, and passed away a month later. As for the Kerrigans, I’m the only one left who’s easy to reach. Most of my family has disappeared.”
Mystro gave a bitter smile.
“I–I’m sorry, Mystro. I didn’t mean to bring up something so painful.”
“It’s okay. I’ve moved on. The Kerrigans are a strange family. Even when I was growing up, my parents barely spoke to our relatives. Even Uncle Harvey only ever showed up on his own. That’s how I learned he existed–and realized just how deep and mysterious he is.”
Then Mystro shared with Tilda everything he knew about his uncle. And finally, Tilda learned her mentor’s true name–Harvey Kerrigan! That was his real name!
“Harvey… Harvey…”
Tilda kept repeating it, tears welling in her eyes. She couldn’t hold back anymore. Tears fell, and she wiped them away with the back of her hand.