Not Your Typical Live-In Son-In-Law のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

The name first appeared on screen like a glitch.One word.Flickering at the edge of a corrupted neural archive from Elias’s earlier encounter with Silas’s buried memory shard.SterlingNo metadata. No timestamp. Just a whisper in the code.But it didn’t act like code.It acted like a presence.Sophie found it while decoding the tail-end of the Canary transmission.She called Julian and Shade down into the lab, her face pale beneath the monitor’s low light.“This isn’t a breach,” she said. “It’s an echo.”“Of what?” Julian asked.Sophie enlarged the fragment on the screen.Sterling. Carved into the packet like an author’s signature. Or a warning.Julian turned to Elias. “Ever heard it before?”Elias stared at the screen. Something about the name made the back of his neck tighten.“No,” he said. Then paused.“…Maybe.”They searched everything. The old black archives. Abandoned projects. Pre-Crane tech repositories.It took twelve hours to find a single match.In a 27-year-old symp

It began with a ping.Shade caught it on the outer-net, hidden in the background of a dead signal tower in Norway—an obsolete relay node supposedly decommissioned ten years ago.But it was live.And it was broadcasting a cipher known only to Elias and one other person.M-2.“Are we tracing him?” Julian asked.Shade shook her head, eyes flicking across a dozen monitors.“He’s not transmitting from the node. He just woke it up. Like leaving a signature graffiti tag on a closed building.”Elias leaned in.“What did it say?”Shade typed. The translation appeared on the main screen:“No more copies. Only origin.”Charlotte frowned.“He thinks he’s the original?”“No,” Elias murmured. “He thinks I’m not.”By evening, four more towers activated.London. Reykjavík. Tallinn. Buenos Aires.Each one blinked the same message. Each using the Sterling Protocol.But the phrasing was changing.“There was no first. Only a failed consensus.” “He is the lie that forgot it was a lie.” “Truth is no

The archive wing had not been opened in years.Not because it was forbidden—but because it was forgotten.Elias stood before the sealed door while Charlotte keyed in her clearance. The panel hesitated, its old sensors struggling to recognize modern biometrics. For a moment, Elias thought it might refuse them outright.Instead, the lock disengaged with a tired, almost resentful sigh.Cold air spilled out.Not the sterile chill of climate control, but something older—dust, metal, paper that had not been touched since people still trusted hard copies more than encrypted memory.“This place predates you,” Charlotte said quietly.Elias stepped inside.“So does the lie.”The room was vast, its ceiling disappearing into shadow. Racks of physical storage units lined the walls, each one labeled with faded Lancaster symbology. In the center stood a ring of inactive terminals—ancient, modular systems meant to survive EMP bursts and data purges.Julian had once called this room the bone cellar.E

The emergency tunnels hadn’t been used in decades.They were carved beneath the Andorran mountains during the original consolidation—when the Lancasters believed Crane’s operatives might breach the compound from above. A last resort. An underground system of fallback routes, sealed and shielded, meant only for the bloodline.Most believed the tunnels had collapsed long ago.But as Charlotte and Elias moved deeper into the service hatch beneath the east wing, the walls told a different story.They weren’t crumbling.They were preserved.The air grew colder the further they descended. Lights flickered dimly — low-power strips drawing from an independent energy loop.Charlotte glanced behind her.“No cameras.”Elias didn’t slow down.“That’s the point.”She swept her flashlight across the corridor. Old symbols marked the walls—obsolete Lancaster cipher, the kind even Shade had to cross-reference.Elias read them without effort.“You recognize it?” she asked.“It’s not tactical,” he said.

The map wasn’t a projection. It was a model.An old three-dimensional physical layout—metal, glass, and topography—rebuilt by Shade in the west ops bay. She’d reconstructed it from Calen’s intel, archived blueprints, and infrared sweeps. The structure was real. So was its purpose.They stood around it now—Elias, Charlotte, Julian, Sophie, Calen, and Robert—watching the model rotate.A thin, pale complex embedded in the curve of a mountain spring.Charlotte read from the tablet in her hand.“Austrian biotech filtration center. Officially registered under the name ‘Hearthwell Water.’”Sophie scoffed.“It’s a lab.”Elias nodded slowly. “An alignment site.”Calen stepped closer to the table.“There are three more like it, but this one’s the primary funnel point. It doesn’t just test memory integrity—it pushes psychic suggestions into clone prototypes being prepped for awakening.”Julian frowned.“That’s impossible. No psychic channel can survive across cryo-barriers.”Calen tapped the edg