Simon wasn't so much obedient as overly clever. "I'd follow even if you refused, boss." Lately, his pursuers had multiplied. He did not want to trouble David and the others. Raising him and treating his leg was hard enough already. He didn't seek employment at Heartbound Hall for the promise of wealth, though that had been David's initial reason for bringing him there. But after days passed with no word from David, Simon ventured out in search of him.He had planned to trade with Aria, who surprisingly refused his blood. Anxiety showed on his face. Aria glanced at him. "Is something else bothering you?" "Uncle David's missing." Simon felt indebted for the first time. She had saved his life, yet he was here asking another favor. But who else could he turn to? "Dr. Carver, could you help find him?" Simon's eyes shimmered gold. "I'll do anything if you find him." Aria's memory proved remarkable. "Are you talking about David Simmons?" "Yes!" Simon finally showed emotion fitt
On the other hand, the elderly spirits admired Aria's style. Maybe it was because of age or zodiac signs, but other arcane practitioners always hesitated with enemies. Not only that, they would constantly call upon divine powers. The spirits hated it when practitioners summoned powers against them. Right now, they even had to watch these Krowonians who dared disturb their people's peace! They had not bitten them to death only because Aria said turning them in would count as merit. Usually, merit meant nothing to evil spirits. But they could brag about this particular merit in the Netherrealm forever, so it was worth it! Though the evil beings did not show it, Aria sensed their good mood. Wasting no time, she took Simon's hand. "Your proposal works. The one I'm searching for is essentially like you." She placed the glass marbles she had found earlier in his palm. "Sense his location." Clever as ever, Simon did not question her comment and just closed his eyes. They were surrou
"Yes! That's us!" When the Special Mission Unit agents mentioned capturing Krowoian spies, the evil spirits stood proudly at attention, like receiving honors at a ceremony. Now, that was a sight for sore eyes. After years of hunting spirits, the practitioners from Mount Dracotigris had never witnessed anything like this. Most surprisingly, the spirits asked for nothing in return. The agent simply said, "We'll credit you officially." They then dispersed one by one, even clearing the residual vengeful energy before leaving. "Is this... normal?" A junior practitioner named Cilian Shaw asked his senior. Silence fell over the scene. Normal? Hell no. Usually, subduing evil spirits would drain them completely. Earthbound Manifestations were especially nightmarish. They would need every trick in the book just to escape those. Yet now the place was eerily peaceful, as if these spirits were harmless, which was pure nonsense. Take the spirit of that grandmother with a crooked neck, fo
"I remember her..." "Hush! Don't speak her name!" The senior priest cut Cilian off. She was someone even the heavens frowned upon. The fact that she could split the heaven's gate with a sword alone spoke volumes about how unconventional she was. Their admiration for her was genuine. If she appeared, they'd all kneel before her teachings. But her constant association with evil beings led to mixed opinions among the Dracotigris Order. Anyone who studied the ancient arcane texts knew the most common comment about her—never borrow power from another being so carelessly as it might be tainted. Yet, to this day, the most widely used spirit-summoning techniques came from her lineage. They said when she was around, beasts of fortune frequently appeared on the mountain, all under her command. Homer technically practiced her arcane arts too, which made him part of her lineage. The members of the Special Missions Unit did not understand what the Dracotigris priests were discussing. Thei
Daemon did not stop William. With his ancient arcane mastery, he always had a few spirits at his disposal. "Master, there were too many evil beings at the plaza for us to get to its deepest corner, but the Dracotigris Order was there." The one who reported was someone in a black mist with a single, unsettling bloodshot eye. William hurried away at the mention of Dracotigris. He was worried about their people being exposed. Daemon asked carefully, "Who from Dracotigris?" None of their skilled practitioners had returned, which concerned him. "We couldn't get close. Someone set up a barrier." Daemon immediately thought of that reclusive prodigy whom the Dracotigris Order recently recruited. Had they finally emerged? He stood up. "They were captured. Where's the beast of fortune then?" The spirits exchanged glances. "The beast wasn't with the Dracotigris Order." Daemon frowned. "They wouldn't just let a beast of fortune go." He cared little about Krowo's situation. He just ne
While having interests in their pop culture was not wrong, freedom of expression came with responsibility, especially given Farshyan history. What would the hero think if they came back and saw the young ones dancing while wearing Krowonian fashion? They would have thought they had not accomplished their mission of protecting the country. The spy must have dared to act so brazenly, thinking he could deceive others with his outfit. Aria watched his demeanor shift once his female companion left. She followed quietly, noting the delicate tattoo on his hand. It was trendy enough to avoid suspicion, but she had seen the same mark on all the attackers at the plaza. It would not be too hard to recognize them. "That car is his ride," Simon observed while finishing his pancake. Aria hailed a cab to follow them. The excited driver perked up at the chance for a chase. He expertly kept pace with their target. He boasted proudly, "They can't outrun me." Simon was wearing the amethyst pend
Poeta had not heard from Fergus in ages. If not for his assistant's occasional flower deliveries, she would have worried he had grown suspicious of her. "Yes, that's right, he said he'd bring me to see you." She spoke with relief, "I wanted to let you know so you could prepare." "Why would he suddenly bring you here?" Ian's voice deepened, showing his years of experience in scheming against others. "Did you mention me to him?" Poeta hesitated. "He kept asking about my life abroad. I told him I happened to meet you, and you recognized me. You knew he had feelings for me, so you helped me..." Ian's expression turned vicious. "Who told you to say that?" He gripped his sandalwood beads. What an incompetent fool. How could his "genius" grand-nephew ever fall for her? He took a deep breath. "How did he react?" "He was grateful to you," Poeta replied, her impression of Fergus still stuck in their younger days when he had never doubted her. "He even said he wished his grandfather w
Aria's eyes fixed on the guard. "What about Granduncle Ian?" The guard fumbled for words. "Nothing... let me just report your arrival." "No need." Aria noticed the numerous surveillance cameras. Sneaking in would be impossible, so she had decided to just take the direct approach. "I'll call Granduncle Ian myself." The guard panicked, knowing that call would cost him his job. "No, no, please come in! I'll open the gate right away!" As they drove through, the cab driver was still stunned. "So this is your family's place? Then who were we following?" "A spy." Aria's words made the driver laugh. "You're quite the joker." Aria just smiled faintly. Simon grabbed her wrist. "Something's wrong with that house." Aria did not need to ask why as she saw it too. Her previous investigation had not shown anything unusual, but now she could sense vengeful energy absorbing the land's fortune. It seemed that Ian would really do anything for profit. The driver looked at the house too.
Aria had once told Sam to avoid chaos if he could—but she'd also said that when desperation knocked, rules could bend.Now was one of those moments.Sam hesitated only briefly before diving in.He had to know who was behind this. Who kept targeting Aria? Who was pulling the strings in the dark? And once Sam decided on something, there was no turning back.Without Aria by his side, he breached the system, knowing full well the other side had already alerted the police.The firewall he faced wasn't just tough—it was nearly impenetrable. It filtered everything, controlling access with surgical precision. But Sam wasn't interested in the broader network. He narrowed his focus and cut straight to the source, filtering out all the noise to lock onto the actual IP.The auction raged on aboveground. The man behind the screen, confident in his usual routine, remained calm and unaware that the mask he'd worn for years was finally slipping. He'd always stayed out of sight, appearing only
While Aria discreetly signaled to move, the auction hall was buzzing with excitement. Laughter echoed, wine glasses clinked, and the room pulsed with greed.Sasha's voice came through the mic, smooth and cheerful. "While everyone's enjoying themselves, let's welcome our latest arrival of the evening."She glanced at the man beside her—her bodyguard—who immediately stiffened under her gaze.To the crowd, it looked like he was escorting Aria to the stage under control. In truth, Aria's hand was already pressed lightly against his chest, right over a poisoned pressure point. He knew better than to resist—he'd seen what she was capable of.And she'd made her warning crystal clear—if she was exposed or captured, he wouldn't live to see morning.The guests didn't notice a thing. All eyes were on Aria, their expressions hungry. They saw value in her—fresh, young, healthy. To them, she wasn't a person. She was premium merchandise.She was brought to stand beside a young woman who had alr
Eamon and Waymond had just been thrown out of the Chamber of Commerce. Waymond's face was flushed with fury, his eyes red. "Eamon, why didn't you let me speak earlier? Mr. Lincoln was being unreasonable!"Eamon, ever perceptive, shook his head. "Mr. Lincoln's been bribed. He was never going to take our side."Wise and strategic, Eamon had always been top of his class—but now, he was even sharper when it came to reading a room."I'm guessing Aria found something during her investigation that made them nervous," he continued. "Durand couldn't have controlled Lincoln on his own. There's more to it."Waymond frowned, still struggling to piece things together. "But who could bribe Mr. Lincoln? Not even the mayor has that kind of sway. He's—""What if it's someone from the state?" Eamon cut in, eyes flicking back toward the building. "We need to tell Dad. There's no point in staying here, but there is someone we can talk to.""Who?" Waymond asked quickly. "Lucas Murray—the new secr
Durand's expression darkened; Eamon was right. Amos and the official from the state had originally wanted to work with the Grishams, especially Eamon. That was why they used the Fitzroys as a bridge to approach him. Unfortunately, Magdalene had failed to establish any rapport with the Grishams.Instead, she kept criticizing Eamon, claiming he followed Laura's every word, and insisted they had plenty of ways to manipulate the Grishams. In the end, the divorce erupted into a scandal, and the entire Fitzroy family was imprisoned.Ironically, Eamon's actions only impressed the state official more. Durand had even heard Amos say that their leader hoped Eamon would continue working with them as his involvement would ensure their plans progressed smoothly.That knowledge burned Durand with frustration. No matter what he did, he could never measure up to Eamon."It looks like you still haven't grasped the situation, Mr. Grishman. Mr. Grisham Senior has begged everyone, but where did it le
"I'm happy to take over the Grishams' responsibilities," Durand said.Waymond scoffed coldly. "You're not worthy of it.""Mr. Lincoln, it seems someone's not too happy with you."Durand, dressed like a gentleman as always, adjusted his glasses and replied calmly, "Waymond, you've been in this business long enough to know how things work. The Grishams have gained a lot over the years. It's not up to you to decide whether to hold on to it."Leonardo stood, trying to ease the tension. "There's no point in arguing. Let's settle this the traditional way—with an anonymous vote. Everyone, write down whether you think the Grishams should step down. Let the vote speak for itself. That way, it'll be fair."He instructed someone to bring in a box, paper, and pens. Each member was handed a set. It was more for show than anything else; everyone already knew how the vote would go.Eamon saw right through their performance, his gaze turning cold as he sat silently. The votes were quickly cast an
"Mr. Grisham, how long your niece stays locked up isn't up to us—it depends on the severity of her crime," Durand said. "As a member of the Chamber of Commerce, you should understand how serious the situation she's stirred up really is. Haven't you read any of the online news?"People are now hoping the Grisham family goes bankrupt. They're even demanding that we, the Chamber, investigate this matter ourselves!"His words made those who had previously wanted to side with the Grishams start to hesitate. With the Draycotts and Fitzroys already doomed, the Grishams had seemed like the next best option. But no one had expected Aria to make such a critical mistake.Public sentiment had turned sharply. The Chamber of Commerce was now being blamed for enabling an economic disaster. What angered the public most was Aria's carefully crafted image. If she'd shown her true colors from the start, they might have ignored her. But pretending to be righteous, only to betray the common people—that w
Dave smiled, clearly enjoying the desperation on Lewis' face. "Also, you won't be getting any more orders. Your supervisor is going to help us delete every report you've ever submitted. What a shame, Lewis. You risked your life on the front lines, only for someone else to reap the rewards behind your back. If I were you, I'd stop being so loyal. Wouldn't it be better to join us?"He was trying to manipulate Lewis, planting doubt and betrayal like poison. As Aria listened, her fists clenched slowly. Nothing crushed a person's spirit more than destroying their belief in what they stood for. They had exposed Lewis on purpose—to break his faith in the uniform he wore.The masked clients settled back into their seats, returning to their arrogant ease. They were reminded that they were above the law within these walls. No one from the outside could enter the premises, and if someone did, they wouldn't leave intact.These people had powerful connections. To them, the undercover cop was a
Aside from Aria, who had initially refused the food, everything had seemed normal to Stephanie. After all, Aria eventually accepted a drink, and nothing else appeared out of the ordinary.But the more Stephanie thought about it, the deeper her frown became. A sense of unease crept in, and she instinctively lowered her microphone, ready to rush to the basement to check things for herself. Seeing her reaction, the wealthy clients began to panic.The woman in the fox mask stood up, clutching her bag tightly, and made for the exit. She feared she would actually be arrested if she stayed any longer. She had no intention of ending up in jail just for attending an auction, especially one like this. Most importantly, she couldn't afford to have her reputation tarnished.Like her, the rest of the crowd shared the same instinct—flee.Meanwhile, Aria narrowed her eyes as she subdued a bodyguard with one hand. She maintained firm but measured pressure with her left hand, ready to act the moment
When Sasha heard the man mention the rare gem, her eyes narrowed slightly. Very few people knew about it. Only Dave and a handful of higher-ups were aware. She immediately wondered who had leaked the news.But the man's words had already ignited excitement across the auction floor."What? A rare gem?""It's been ages since we've seen one! I can't believe there's actually one today!"To these people, a rare gem referred to someone whose body was considered exceptionally valuable, blessed with natural fortune, vitality, and unmatched physical condition. It was believed that such a person couldn't fully harness the luck they were born with. But if someone else could acquire it...Not only could they preserve their youth and beauty, but their careers and fortunes could be transformed. The idea sent a thrill through the room, and their greed quickly became impossible to hide.Sasha realized the situation was slipping out of her control. She reached for her communicator to contact Dave,