The two of them continued their discussion for a while, but gradually, the conversation drifted into silence. The room seemed to shrink around them, leaving only the soft rustle of papers brushing against the table and the faint sigh of air moving through the chamber. Their thoughts felt heavy, cocooned in the night, pressing down quietly in the depths of their hearts.Elias turned his gaze toward Alia, eyes probing yet gentle, laced with both concern and curiosity. “So… what exactly are you planning to do? If everything goes according to plan?”Alia lowered her head slightly, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the blank space of the table, as if drumming out the knots in her thoughts. Slowly, she lifted her eyes, her voice soft and almost fragile, like wind whispering through the leaves. “If everything goes smoothly… me? I don’t know yet. We’ll have to see when it comes to that.”Elias remained silent for a moment, then nodded slowly, his voice warm, calm, and steady. “No matter wha
“There’s a rough outline,” Elias murmured, his voice low and heavy in the night. His eyes never left Alia’s face, the firelight reflecting in his pupils like the embers of an unspoken thought. “But what I really want to know,” he continued, each word slow, deliberate, “is what his true wish actually is. He’s already the king of the underworld, standing at the very peak of that domain—so what more could he possibly desire? We know he seeks the Grail, yes. But if we can uncover the wish he intends to make with it, then we can tailor our trap precisely for him.”As he spoke, his fingers moved unconsciously in the air, sketching circles, as though trying to corral invisible threads of possibility into some coherent pattern.Alia lifted her gaze to him, the lamplight catching in her eyes, painting them with a complex sheen of doubt and memory. “I know Jim has always had his own plan,” she said slowly, the words dragged from the depths of half-forgotten recollections. Her tone carried a coo
“Although my feelings toward him are… complicated,” Alia’s voice dropped lower, almost fading into the dimness around them, “the truth is he once saved me. He gave me the skills, the means to survive. Yet at the same time, to him I was nothing more than a piece on a chessboard—something to be discarded at any moment, even killed if it suited his plans.”Her fingertips moved slowly across the hilt of her dagger, caressing it as though it were the only anchor keeping her steady. Her gaze drifted into the void, her eyes glazed with the weight of memories she could never escape. “I cannot deny it—he was not a perfect man. But…” she paused, voice sharpening into reluctant clarity, “…he was a perfect operative of the underworld. A perfect thief.”The words hung in the air like iron chains, heavy and undeniable.“Perfect?” Elias arched a brow, his tone quiet yet laced with skepticism—and a flicker of bitterness. His stare locked on her, unrelenting, as though he could unearth some hidden tru
Yet Alia was right—the Grail was the only goal that mattered now. Elias forced himself to press down the restless tide of emotion inside him, burying it so deep that his face soon regained composure. He straightened his posture, eyes sharpening, tone steadying as he pulled their discussion back to what truly mattered: the underground networks, and that man—Jim.Alia’s voice dropped a shade lower, tinged with a bitter self-mockery. She began to recount her first encounter with Jim: how he had slipped into a house to steal, bold enough to break into Eryx’s own residence. As she spoke, her lips curved into a cold smile, a smile carrying both helplessness and fury.“Looking back now, it feels as though the script had already been written in the shadows. Perhaps even then, he had already set his eyes upon the Grail. And I—” she exhaled sharply, “I was nothing more than a carefully chosen piece, molded by his hands.”She went on to paint Jim’s portrait with meticulous strokes: the way his l
Elias’s brow furrowed deeply, his gaze wavering between Alia’s face and the fragments of memory that still clung stubbornly in his heart. His throat tightened, as though the words themselves resisted release. Drawing in a long breath, his voice came out low, roughened, and trembling at the edges:“I… I’ve always carried feelings for Livia. Even if I never dared to voice them, I stayed silently at her side. But now… now you inhabit her body, and I—” His chest rose and fell unevenly, “I’ve realized that I feel something for you as well.”He lowered his head, fingers unconsciously gripping at the hem of his tunic. “Sometimes I question whether I am betraying my own devotion, betraying the oath I made in my heart. I wonder if I am faithless in love. Yet I can’t deny this emotion—it lives here, inside me—and no matter how hard I try, I cannot turn it away.”Alia held his gaze, her expression calm, softened by compassion but weighted with thought and gravity. She nodded slowly, her tone qui
The corridor of the castle was dim and damp, the walls breathing with centuries of stone. Torches crackled in their iron sconces, casting flickering shadows that writhed like restless spirits. The heavy wooden door groaned as Elias pushed it open, the echo of his footsteps spreading through the silence of the hall like ripples across still water.His eyes found her immediately. The figure of a girl stood not far away, illuminated by the wavering light. That face—so familiar it cut straight into his heart. It was the face he had carried in every dream, the voice he longed to hear in every waking moment. It was Livia.And yet—his chest tightened sharply, as though unseen chains coiled around his ribs, pulling tight. Yes, the features were the same, the voice the same… but her eyes, her bearing, her very presence—utterly different.Those eyes held a cool vigilance, a guarded sharpness, as if she were a thief who had lived too long in the shadows, always measuring, always wary. Not the re