TIME TO FALL IN LOVE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

[The Echoes of Carpathian Fire]The shadow of the Carpathian Mountains was a jagged, obsidian tooth against a bruised purple sky. For Jinyan and Panni, the cold air of the highlands was no longer a sanctuary; it was a reminder of the smoke that had filled their lungs six months ago and the secrets that had turned their shared blood into a battlefield. They stood on the edge of a limestone cliff overlooking the smoldering remains of the "First Manor," a skeletal ruin of blackened timber and cracked stone that had once been the center of the Lu-Sheng universe.The silence of the mountains was broken only by the rhythmic, mournful tolling of a distant monastery bell. It was a sound that didn't promise peace; it signaled an ending."It’s gone, Jinyan," Panni whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind. She clutched a heavy wool shawl around her shoulders, her fingers trembling. "The library, the records, the maps... everything the Architect spent seventy years building is ash. Why do

Jinyan lunged for Eleanor, not to harm her, but to use her as a shield. He grabbed her from behind, his arm locking around her throat, his other hand holding the signet ring against her temple."Arthur! Stop!" Jinyan commanded.The smoke cleared enough to reveal Arthur Vincent leveling a heavy revolver at Jinyan. Arthur’s face was a mask of humiliated rage, his broken hand trembling."Let her go, Lu," Arthur growled. "You have nowhere to run. The mountain is surrounded.""He’s right, Brother," Jian’s voice came from the slope. He had descended halfway, the rifle slung over his shoulder, a heavy, silver-bound book held in his hand like a holy relic. The "Seventh Ledger."Jian looked at the scene with a chilling, detached amusement. "The Londoners have a perimeter. They have the valley blocked. You think a magnesium flare is enough to save a dying line?"Jian looked at Panni, who was crouched behind the rock spire, shielding Grace with her body. "Panni, Panni... the 'Saint' of the mount

The conversation was interrupted by a low, vibrating hum—not a sound, but a feeling in the stone floor. One of the Silent Monks appeared in the doorway, his iron staff striking the ground three times.Thud. Thud. Thud."They are here," Vira said, his face turning the color of ash."How?" Panni asked. "We’re in the middle of a restricted archipelago.""Serey does not need a map," Vira said. "He follows the Aconite Pulse. The blood in your daughter’s veins is a beacon to him. It is the curse of the Alpha."Panni rushed to Grace’s side, waking her. "Grace, we have to move. Now.""Mama, the man from the boat... he’s in the trees," Grace said, her eyes wide and unfocused. She wasn't looking at the door; she was looking at the ceiling.A shadow moved across the high sandstone rafters. A figure in a black tactical suit, silent as a ghost, dropped from the heights. He didn't land with a crash; he landed with the grace of a cat.He stood six feet away. He wore no mask. The face was Jinyan’s—th

"Who are you?"  Panni breathed, her world spinning."I am Arthur’s masterpiece," the man said. "The Architect had two sets of twins. But he also had a Draft. I am the first successful 'Equilibrium' specimen. I am the one who survived the Great Purge of 1998. You can call me Jian-2, if you like labels. But Jinyan calls me 'Brother.'""He’s a clone?" Panni whispered to Vira."No," Vira said, his voice a death rattle. "He is the Fourth Twin. The one the Architect hid in the East to act as the 'Overseer.' Jinyan knew about him. He’s been working with him since Romania."Panni looked at Jinyan on the altar. Jinyan’s eyes were filled with tears. "I had to, Panni. He promised... he promised to protect Grace from Kyoto. I didn't know... I didn't know

 "I don't know who the Vincents are," Panni said, her voice shaking but defiant. "And I don't know you. But I know that no honorable man threatens an old woman."Jinyan smiled—a thin, joyless line. "Honor is a Panni delusion. There is only the Protocol."He moved.It wasn't a human movement; it was a blur of calculated violence. He swung the staff in a wide arc, meant to sweep Panni’s legs. She dove into the mud, her body remembering reflexes her mind had forgotten. She rolled, coming up near a rack of drying fish. She grabbed a heavy wooden scaling knife—a crude, rusted blade, but it felt right in her hand. "You fight like a Saint," Jinyan said, stepping over a kneeling fisherman without looking down. "Always reacting. Always