A few days later, a royal decree arrived swiftly from the capital, spreading through all the major cities like wildfire.The contents were terse, yet heavy with unspoken pressure: every major city must dispatch legions to the capital for a military parade—to demonstrate unity and the might of the central government.Before anyone could process the strangeness of this order, word had already spread—Eryx would personally lead a portion of the Second Legion to the capital.At once, whispers began to shift across the city.Upon receiving the command, Eryx remained silent for a long while. He knew this wasn’t a simple “military exercise.” The sudden summons stank of backstage manipulation. If they only needed a show of force, his personal presence wouldn’t have been necessary. He had sensed something for a while now—but there was no proof.Still, a direct order from the royal court couldn’t be refused.Before departing, he called his adjutant Will to his side, his tone as steady as always:
Edgar looked at the woman standing straight before him, calm and composed, and a flicker of complex emotion passed through his eyes.She wasn’t afraid of him.Not in the slightest.Not only that—she hadn’t fallen into his verbal traps, nor had she shown even a hint of retreat. He had assumed that this “contest” between father and daughter would allow him to dominate her easily, yet it now felt more like probing a stranger—one who no longer needed his protection.But none of that mattered now. The point of today wasn’t this verbal sparring.His expression tightened, and his tone returned to a neutral calm, that of a lord handling official business. He spoke lightly,“Did you bring the document? Don’t try to fool me—I have a pretty good idea what it is. Don’t insult me with a fake.”Though his tone was smooth, the pressure behind it was palpable, as if he had already seen through everything.Livia didn’t hesitate. She slipped the strap of her bag off her shoulder as she spoke,“Of cours
Morning sunlight slanted through the windows of the City Lord’s estate, spilling over the ancient stone floor in a faint golden shimmer.Livia stood before the doors, taking a deep breath. In her hand, she clutched the “prepared document”—deliberately aged paper, its edges slightly yellowed, carrying even a faint scent of dust, like it had been tucked away in some forgotten archive.This document wasn’t just a bargaining chip—it was a test, a chance to see Edgar’s hand more clearly.The door opened.Her steps were steady as she walked down the corridor, every motion calm, as if everything were within her control. But as she stepped into that familiar room—one that had never truly felt like hers—a ripple stirred in her chest.Edgar sat by the window in a high-backed chair, half his face lit by the morning light, the other shrouded in deep shadow. He was toying with some small, unidentifiable object, his long fingers moving slowly, deliberately—like he was studying it. Or perhaps studyi
Late at night, the hospital room was silent. Moonlight spilled onto the floor like cold mercury, and even the air seemed to hold its breath.Alia lay on her side at the edge of the bed, watching Marcellus’s sleeping face, his lashes casting soft shadows on his cheeks. Her throat moved slightly as she swallowed—she had made her decision. She couldn’t keep hiding anymore.She spoke in a low voice, as if afraid to wake something—or afraid she was already too late.“Marcellus… I have to tell you… I’m not Livia.”The moment the words left her lips, time itself seemed to stop.Marcellus opened his eyes, pupils narrowing in the darkness.“What did you say?” He sat up sharply, his tone suddenly icy.Alia bit her lip. Her voice stayed soft, but there was steel beneath it.“I’m not her… My name is Alia. I’m someone else. I… I pretended to be Livia because—”“Why did you lie to me?” His voice tore like shredded silk.“You know how much I loved her… And you—you—stole her name, her face, her love—
The three of them stared silently at the overlaid map where all three diagrams converged.Livia’s finger still hovered over the clear overlap—the marked well—located just north of Marcellus’s castle, in an old district that had been sealed off years ago but never completely filled in. According to rumors, an early attempt to dig subterranean canals in that area had failed, leaving behind numerous undocumented deep wells.“This is it…” Elias murmured, as though afraid to disturb some ancient, long-dormant secret. But none of them knew how to proceed from here.Marcellus abruptly straightened up, his weariness replaced by sharp resolve. “Adrian, do you understand what your map means?”Adrian, who had still been slightly dazed after his rushed arrival, looked at the light in their eyes—undeniable and intense—and finally grasped the weight of what they’d found. He swallowed and nodded. “I do now… We’re almost at the end, aren’t we?”Livia gave his shoulder a firm pat, her eyes sincere. “Y
Although the area revealed by the puzzle greatly narrowed down their search, when they projected it onto the actual map to scale, a wave of frustration inevitably crept into their hearts.The region was still far too large—spanning several blocks and valleys, with complex terrain, abandoned factories, wild hills, and even traces of vast underground structures. Even worse, the entire zone was now under tight control by Eryx’s patrol units, who left no gaps unguarded.“This area… there’s no way we can sweep it manually,” Elias said, staring at the map with a helpless tone. “Especially without any official authority.”Marcellus clenched his fist. He knew exactly what that meant. The map had pointed them in the right direction, but it couldn’t give them a precise location. With a sigh, he muttered, “Looks like we’ll need Edgar to pull Eryx out—otherwise, we won’t even get a chance to act.”The mood grew heavy—until Livia suddenly slapped her forehead, her eyes lighting up.“Wait, I just r