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Hearing this, Lilith tilted her head. "Indeed, and you aren't any different. Though the ideas you had, for now, are more about fashion, like your father." Sol remembered the clothing design of the maid as well as their underwear and swimsuits and coughed lightly. "For example, the first king brought totally new tactics of war, he even wrote a book called the art of war, his most popular sentence was, if you know your enemy and know yourself, you need not to fear the result of a hundred battles."

She would respect Maera's decison. “I’m not sure how to explain it." Lillia casually sift through the books. "But it was the second time it’s happened. At first, I felt watched. I felt a heavy presence and an intense animosity. The last time, Regaleon had appeared and I thought it was him I felt again.” When her eyes set on one, she picked it up and held it. It read, “The Art of War: Mastering Complete Connection.” Oh… we are definitely reading this tonight. Fenris spoke softly.

It already had. I stood and began my morning duties, my body moving through the familiar motions while my mind worked, turning the problem over and over, examining it from every angle. I dusted the bookshelves in his study, my fingers tracing the spines of the books he read. Strategy. Tactics. The art of war. He had learned his lessons well. It was time I learned mine.

"It was years ago that he killed the red dragon! Besides, war is not a one-man show, it's a group art." I looked into Jason's eyes and said, "Do you know what the Art of War is?" "Your Majesty, I'm a boor. I only know how to fight. I don't know anything about art." Jason shook his head and bowed. "The Art of War is that, like the theatre, it is full of lies and deceit, full of deception. Real reality is not the same as what you see as real. To be remembered in history, a battle requires not only wise men, brave warriors, but also a little luck. Some luck with an unexpected turn of events."

“And a book? I have tons of books in the study room, but which one will you get?” “Yes,” I smiled again. “The Art of War.” He smirked at me, closing his eyes as he whispered the title. “The Art of War…” He opened his eyes. “Did you know that it’s my favorite book? Why don’t I just buy you a new one?” I shook my head. “I preferred that one because of your own notes, Mr. Mars,” I remembered how he carefully underlined the words and wrote some notes on the white spaces of the book.

After that, I returned to wandering around the whole place, looking for the books that we were going to use. I stopped at the part where the books were arranged and took the one that caught my interest. I blew air to it to remove the dust that was covering the book and read what the title says in our own language. The Art of War. I looked into another book, the title that was written on it was Heart of a Warrior. I grinned and took other books that were needed and related to combat and being a warrior. I STOPPED by the window of this room, the assembly hall. Along with my halted steps were the pauses of the people that were walking behind me.

I grinned. I opened a page of the most boring book on the shelf, Kyro despises the idea of war thus the book 'The Art of War' by Sun Tzu, is misplaced to be in this shelf. He must have left a message or a clue inside that he kept such book in his room. I flipped the pages and found a piece of paper with an intricate sketch of a beautiful Cinchona on page 1052, I also scanned the page and the word grape was encircled then. Huh, how peculiar!

VITTORIA’S POV Three days before the wedding, I was sitting in the library. Not hiding. Not lurking. Sitting, comfortably, curled into one of the leather lounge chairs with a book resting open in my hands. The Art of War. Sun Tzu had lived and died long before men like Nikolai De Luca ever learned to call themselves kings, but strategy never aged. Power never changed. Only the pieces on the board did. I liked ancient warfare texts. They were honest. They didn’t pretend victory came from morality or mercy. They understood what most people refused to admit, wars were won before the first blow was struck.