Episode-322

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Chapter : 643 In his first life, he had been reborn into this world as the same weak, politically neutered Lloyd Ferrum. He remembered the intelligence briefings from the Royal Court, the dry, dispassionate reports he had read with a soldier's grim understanding. The war had not started with a grand clash of armies or a formal declaration. It had begun in the shadows, with a series of targeted, surgical, and devastating assassinations of key Bethelham figures. And the very first move Altamira had made, the opening gambit that had destabilized the entire kingdom and paved the way for their invasion, was the swift, silent assassination of the powerful and wise Headmaster of the Royal Academy, Valerius. The memory hit him with the force of a physical blow. Of course. It made perfect, terrifying sense. The Altamirans hadn't killed him because he was the Headmaster of a school. They had killed him because he was this—an ancient, impossibly powerful mage with a deep, almost supernatural understanding of the kingdom’s inner workings, a man with the wisdom to see threats before they materialized. He was Bethelham’s greatest, and quietest, sentinel. They had to remove him from the board before the real game could begin. Lloyd’s blood ran cold as the next piece of the puzzle, the next ghost from his fifty-year-old grave, rose from the depths of his memory. Exactly one week after the Headmaster’s assassination, his family—Roy, Milody, and a younger, brighter, happier Jothi—had been wiped out in their own home. He had always assumed it was a separate event, an internal power play, the bloody culmination of his uncle Rubel’s ambition. He had been blinded by his grief, by his personal, burning hatred for the man who had stolen his life. But now, seeing the pieces through the cold, clear eyes of a strategist, the pattern was undeniable. It wasn't two separate events. It was a single, elegant, and brutally effective campaign. Step one: eliminate the kingdom’s sentinel. Step two: eliminate the powerful, unyielding Warden of the North. Destabilize the kingdom’s two greatest pillars in swift succession. “It’s all connected,” he whispered to the empty, silent room. “It was always connected.” The attack today, the appearance of the Curse Knight, it wasn't just a random act of aggression. It was the first move in the same war, playing out again on a different timeline, with different pieces on the board. A war that had apparently followed him across death itself, a war he was now standing in the very center of. Out on the scorched battlefield that had once been a pristine garden, the initial chaos was slowly giving way to the methodical, grim process of investigation. Captain Eva, her face a mask of cold professionalism, was taking statements from her still-shaken guards. Her questions were sharp, precise, and focused—timings, enemy capabilities, energy signatures. She was building a report, a factual account of an impossible event. Princess Isabella, however, had distanced herself from the official proceedings. She paced back and forth at the edge of the blackened circle, her movements as agitated and restless as a caged lioness. Her mind was a labyrinth of contradictions, her thoughts a raging storm of disbelief and dawning, unwelcome suspicion. The scorched silver crest, the sigil of House Ferrum, was clutched so tightly in her fist that its sharp edges were digging into her palm. She found it where the white mask was. House Ferrum. The name echoed in her thoughts, a persistent, mocking drumbeat. It was the only tangible clue she possessed, the only solid thread in a tapestry woven from impossible events and mythical power. But the thread led to a conclusion so illogical, so fundamentally absurd, that it bordered on madness. Lloyd Ferrum. She conjured his image in her mind. The awkward, fumbling youth from her dear friend Jothi’s bitter stories. The weeping, emotionally fragile nobleman she herself had witnessed accosting the poor market girl, Airin. The new, eccentric professor whose appointment was a baffling act of her father’s royal whim. Could that man—that collection of failures, inadequacies, and social embarrassments—possibly be the same being as the White Mask? The silent, terrifying entity who commanded a demon of fire and wielded the power of a living god? The idea was so preposterous that her mind actively rebelled against it. It was like trying to believe a puddle could also be a volcano. The two concepts were mutually exclusive; they could not coexist in the same rational reality. And yet... the thread of logic, once pulled, began to unravel, whether she wanted it to or not. Chapter : 644 The timing of his appointment at the Academy was... convenient, to say the least. He arrives, and within days, a high-level strategic assault occurs on campus, and a mysterious, impossibly powerful protector appears as if from nowhere. A coincidence? Perhaps. But Isabella was a student of politics, and she had been taught from birth that coincidence was often just conspiracy in disguise. Then there was the matter of his much-rumored transformation. Jothi had been left reeling and confused by his sudden, overwhelming victory in the Ferrum family tournament. The evidence was clear: the Lloyd Ferrum of today was not the Lloyd Ferrum of a month ago. But could a man truly change that much, that quickly? Could a drab, clumsy duckling truly become a terrifying, fiery dragon overnight? She remembered his cold, effortless dismissal of Victor’s taunts in his classroom just days ago. There had been a flicker of something in his eyes then, a brief, chilling glimpse of a will of cold, hard steel hiding beneath the polite, academic facade. She had dismissed it at the time as a flash of anger. Now, she wasn’t so sure. “Your Highness?” Captain Eva’s voice, calm and steady, cut through her tumultuous thoughts. The knight-captain had finished her preliminary interviews and now stood before the princess, her expression as grim and unyielding as granite. “The students are secure and have been escorted back to their dormitories. Master Horatio is being tended to by the healers; he is exhausted but physically unharmed. The consensus among the guards is unanimous: we were attacked by a true, elite Curse Knight of Altamira, and saved by an unknown agent of incalculable power.” Isabella slowly, deliberately, opened her hand, revealing the scorched and battered Ferrum crest. “Unknown, perhaps, Captain. But not without a clue. This was found at the very heart of the conflict, near where my own sword fell.” Eva’s stoic composure finally cracked. Her eyes widened as she recognized the roaring lion framed by the gear and the sword. “House Ferrum? But... how? Lord Ferrum was in his office. There were no other Ferrum retainers present on the grounds.” “Precisely,” Isabella said, her voice a low, thoughtful murmur that was far more dangerous than any shout. “Eva, I have a new, top-priority mission for you. I want you to begin a discreet investigation. Very discreet. I want to know everything about Lord Lloyd Ferrum’s activities since his arrival in the capital. His schedule, his meetings, his associates. I want a minute-by-minute accounting of his movements. I want to know where he was during this attack.” “You suspect... him, Your Highness?” Eva asked, the disbelief evident in her voice. “Lord Ferrum? But his reputation... his past...” “His reputation is that of a failure and a fool. A reputation that is becoming increasingly, and violently, contradicted by the facts,” Isabella countered, her logic now wrestling openly with her own deep-seated incredulity. “He is personally favored by my father. He is a proven genius of commerce. And now, a strategic-level attack occurs on his watch, aimed at a scholar he has a... noted public interest in, and the attack is thwarted by a mysterious hero bearing his family’s crest.” She shook her head, a gesture of pure frustration. “The coincidences are piling up until they begin to resemble a carefully constructed pattern. My gut, my every instinct, rebels against the very notion. But as the future leader of this kingdom, I can no longer afford to dismiss it simply because it seems impossible.” She looked at the small, silver crest again, her gaze hard as diamonds. “Find me proof, Captain. One way or the other. I need to know if Lloyd Ferrum is the biggest, most pathetic fool in this kingdom, or if he is the most dangerous and brilliant actor I have ever had the misfortune to meet.” As Captain Eva bowed, her mind already spinning with the implications of this new, secret mission, Isabella was left alone with the impossible puzzle. The thread was in her hand. She did not yet know where it led, but she knew, with a cold certainty that settled deep in her bones, that she had no choice but to pull it, no matter how much she dreaded what she might find at the other end. The hunt had begun, not for an enemy of the state, but for an answer to an infuriating, world-shaking riddle. ---

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