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
Back at the castle, Livia and Elias headed straight for the hidden chamber. It was Livia’s first time entering the Marcellus family’s secret vault—Marcellus had always subtly avoided mentioning it before. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that.Once the coded lock was disengaged, the door creaked open, releasing a wave of stale air tinged with dampness and a faint, woody scent of decay.Following Marcellus’s instructions, they soon found the small iron box left by his parents, still resting quietly in a concealed compartment in the corner. Elias crouched down and carefully retrieved it. Inside lay the document—its yellowed pages slightly curled at the edges, yet otherwise impeccably preserved, like a slumbering piece of history awaiting reawakening.Livia took the document and began flipping through it, her expression growing increasingly focused. Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, she pulled out a small UV flashlight from her bag and murmured, “Secrets like these… would never be
Elias was the first to speak, his brows tightly furrowed, voice laced with unease and urgency. “Just how important is that document? And how did Father and Mother come to possess it?”Marcellus fell silent for a moment, as though trying to grasp at something hidden deep within a foggy memory. He slowly shook his head, his voice slightly hoarse. “I honestly don’t know… It’s not that I won’t tell you—I truly don’t know.” He paused, a heavy look settling in his eyes. “Father handed it to me himself. He said it was ‘of critical importance,’ that he and Mother risked their lives to obtain it. It was a secret they guarded fiercely… but he never explained the whole story. He only warned me, again and again: never let anyone else see it.”At those words, a sudden gleam flickered through Livia’s eyes. She leaned forward slightly, her voice quickening with urgency. “Wait, Marcellus—have you really examined that document carefully?”Marcellus frowned. “Of course I have. I’ve memorized it. I coul
Just as the heavy atmosphere had yet to lift, Marcellus’s phone suddenly rang. The crisp tone pierced through their contemplative silence like a blade, unusually jarring in the stillness of the hospital room.The three of them instinctively exchanged glances. No one had expected a call at such a moment—especially in a ward scarcely anyone knew they would be visiting.Marcellus hesitated briefly but still reached out and answered. His throat moved slightly. “Hello?”But on the other end came a familiar, stern male voice—devoid of any small talk, as if he had long anticipated the exact predicament they now faced.“I gather you’ve run into trouble—and realized you’re no match for Eryx and his little ‘secret partner,’ haven’t you? So, what do you say? Need a hand?”It was—Edgar.The three froze simultaneously. Livia’s pupils contracted sharply. Elias opened his mouth slightly, disbelief written all over his face.Marcellus’s grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white. He didn