2024-12-07 08:32:00In the grand room of the Smith family house, the elders gathered, their faces serious and anxious. Soft lights illuminated the high ceilings, casting shadows over the faces filled with both hope and concern. They sat in a circle around a long table, with Adam Smith at the head, appearing firm, but there was an underlying unease in his demeanor. In front of him, several family elders and advisors spoke in urgent tones.
"Lord Adam, this is more than just a personal matter," said one elder, an old man with a long white beard. "Arkanza must return immediately. His coming-of-age ceremony is a crucial event for this family, not just for his future, but for the legacy of the family."
Another elder, a middle-aged woman with a stern expression, added, "We can’t wait any longer. The Lev Bodgan family will begin to suspect if Arkanza continues to avoid this. They will start doubting our strength as leaders."
Adam remained silent, his hands clenched on the table. He k
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Here is the translation of your requested scene:In the bathroom, hidden behind thick silk curtains, the sound of running water could be heard softly. Arkanza stood beneath the shower, letting the warm water flow over his tired body after a long practice. His once fragile body now showed signs of change, though it wasn't fully strong yet. However, for the first time in his life, he felt better, more alive. Each drop of water that soaked his skin seemed to wash away the anxiety that had haunted him for so long.Meanwhile, outside the bathroom, Albert and Milan worked quickly, preparing everything that Arkanza would need. Albert, with his vast experience, selected the most appropriate clothing for the event. He carefully observed the traditional Smith family attire that Arkanza would wear—a fine robe with colors representing the status and strength of their family.Milan, who was younger and often impatient, watched intently from the side, his eyes fi
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As the main ceremony of the coming-of-age event concluded, the hall was abuzz with festivities. Guests mingled, laughter filled the air, and the clinking of glasses echoed throughout the room. The transition from a sacred ritual to a lively celebration was seamless, but amidst the vibrant atmosphere, Arkanza felt a growing heaviness in his chest.He excused himself discreetly, stepping away from the crowd, his formal attire brushing against the walls of the quiet hallway. His footsteps echoed faintly as he walked toward the garden outside, seeking solace away from the noise. The cool night air greeted him as he reached a secluded corner of the estate. Tall hedges surrounded the small clearing, and the faint sound of crickets filled the silence.Arkanza leaned against a marble bench, exhaling deeply. The weight of the evening bore down on him—not just the expectations but the lingering sense of inadequacy that had haunted him for so long. He rubbed his temple, trying to shake off the s
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Milan stood at the corner of the balcony, his figure concealed by the shadows of the night. From his vantage point, he could see most of the guests still mingling in the grand hall. His sharp eyes scanned for any suspicious movements, his arms folded across his chest. On the other side of the balcony, Vikram appeared with calm steps, approaching him. “I’m back,” Vikram said softly, stopping a few steps away from Milan. “It’s them.” Milan briefly shifted his gaze, acknowledging Vikram’s presence. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice cold and cautious. Vikram nodded, his expression serious. “Yes. I recognize a few faces from old reports. They’re not trying very hard to hide, but they’re blending in well enough with the guests.” Milan refocused on the hall. “So, they’ve infiltrated right under our noses. Viktor is truly bold.” Vikram sighed, folding his arms. “They’re not just bold; they’re smart. They know when to act. I suspect they’re waiting for something.” “Waiting for wh
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The room was silent, accompanied only by the faint sound of leaves rustling outside the window. Moonlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the figure of a young man lying weakly on his grand bed. Arkanza looked pale, cold sweat soaking his forehead. His breaths were short, his body trembling despite the thick blanket covering him.Beside him, Albert sat with a serious expression. The man was a few years older than Arkanza, with neatly combed brown hair and sharp, cautious eyes. In Albert's hand was a damp cloth, which he occasionally pressed against Arkanza’s forehead, trying to bring down his dangerously high fever.“Arkanza…,” Albert muttered softly, as if calling out to his master, trapped in his weakened state. “This fever is strange. Unusual.”Albert took a deep breath, then moved his hand to Arkanza’s wrist. The skin there was paler than the rest of his body. A faint purplish line had formed around his veins. Albert narrowed his eyes, his heart pounding.“T
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Vikram had begun his search earlier that evening, particularly after spotting a suspicious figure moving swiftly through the crowd of guests before vanishing. Trusting his instincts, he stepped out and made his way toward the back garden. The area was dark and silent, illuminated only by faint oil lamps hanging in several corners. The night breeze whispered softly, causing the leaves around the garden to rustle gently.At the far end of the yard, Vikram noticed a figure standing with his back turned, draped in a long black cloak that stood out starkly amidst such a festive occasion. His movements were uneasy, as though he was waiting for orders or ensuring something. When the figure turned around, Vikram froze in surprise—the face was one he recognized. “Roy!?” Vikram’s voice cut through the silence. The figure flinched, instinctively stepping back as his hand reached for something hidden beneath his cloak. Under the dim light, his face was now unmistakable—Roy, Vikram’s comrade f
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Milan walked briskly down the hallway toward Arkanza's room. The grand Smith residence was a masterpiece of classic European architecture—high ceilings supported by massive pillars, ornate carvings decorating the walls, and gilded frames displaying priceless paintings. Despite the grandeur, the atmosphere tonight was unsettling. Most of the lights had been dimmed, and the flickering glow of small oil lamps cast long, dancing shadows across the hall.His hand gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his instincts sharpened since the incident at the party hours ago. Arkanza remained weak in his room after the mysterious poisoning attempt, and Albert had tasked Milan with ensuring the surrounding area was secure. Yet something about the silence felt wrong—a prickling in his senses that urged caution.Milan’s footsteps echoed faintly on the marble floors, the only sound in the empty hallway. Then suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a movement—a shadow darting quickly at the fa
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Here is the English translation of your text:“Feel this…”A faint voice broke the silence, echoing through the corners of Arkanza’s consciousness. His head felt heavy, his body sinking into the soft mattress that enveloped him. Yet the voice continued to disturb him, forcing his eyes to slowly open. The dim light from a small oil lamp in the corner of the room greeted his vision.“Where am I…” Arkanza mumbled weakly.His breathing felt heavy, as though an invisible weight pressed on his chest. Slowly, he tried to move his hand to wipe his face, but a sharp pain shot through his entire body. Arkanza groaned softly, then forced himself to sit up. The room looked unfamiliar despite its luxury—thick burgundy curtains adorned the windows, and polished mahogany furniture reflected faint, shadowy images. Only then did he realize this was his own room in the Smith residence.But his attention quickly shifted to something on the floor near his bed. A piece of clothing—his shirt—lay there, cru
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The Next Day, for the Countless Time..."I want to go to the bathroom," Arkanza said weakly.Albert immediately stepped forward to help, but Milan swiftly beat him to it, as if this was the golden opportunity he had been waiting for.When Arkanza finished, he leaned against the bathroom wall, catching his breath. But something felt off. Milan and Albert exchanged glances, then looked at him with expressions similar to a dentist about to extract a tooth without anesthesia."What’s with you guys?" Arkanza squinted his eyes.Albert sighed before speaking in a careful tone. "Young Master, we need to administer your medicine using a different method this time."Arkanza narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"Milan smiled, but it wasn’t a regular smile—it was a smile full of mischief. "Since you can't swallow medicine properly, the doctor recommended a rectal method. It works faster and won't make you nauseous."Silence.Then...Arkanza frowned. "Rectal method? What's that?"Milan glanced at
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Arkanza still lay weak on the hospital bed, his face wrinkled with exhaustion. Since yesterday, he had continuously refused to take his medicine because the bitterness made him nauseous. Albert and Milan, who were responsible for his care, were running out of options. The doctor had made it clear that the medication needed to enter Arkanza's system as soon as possible for him to recover quickly.The next morning, after breakfast, Arkanza suddenly spoke in a weak voice, "I need to go to the bathroom."Albert immediately got ready to help him, while Milan looked a little more enthusiastic than usual. They knew this was the best chance to try another method. Since Arkanza’s hand was still hooked to an IV, he couldn’t clean himself. Usually, Albert would assist him without hesitation, but this time, Milan seemed more eager to be involved.As soon as Arkanza was done, Milan whispered to Albert."This is the perfect moment. He won't be able to fight back much in his condition."Albert turne
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In the surveillance room filled with monitor screens, Milan sat back comfortably, scrolling through his phone. He typed in the search bar: "Alternative drug administration for patients who have difficulty swallowing."Beside him, Vikram squinted at Milan's screen. "What are you doing?" he asked, puzzled.Milan turned with a satisfied grin. "Looking for a new method so the young master can take his medicine without drama."Vikram raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you care about that?"Milan smirked. "Since I got tired of watching him suffer every time he has to swallow a pill."Vikram sighed. "If he can't swallow, use another method. But that doesn’t mean you should look for something weird."Milan nodded seriously. "Exactly! I found the rectal method. The medicine will be absorbed faster."Vikram immediately frowned. "I never said that.""But your idea is great," Milan said, patting Vikram on the shoulder. "I need to see Albert now!"Vikram could only sigh, realizing that his words ha
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Arkanza was still lying in bed with a tired expression. Throughout the day, he had tried to resist the various methods Milan and Albert used to make him take his medicine. But in the end, he was still forced to swallow all the pills Albert gave him. Even so, he still couldn't get used to the bitter taste that tortured his tongue.Meanwhile, in the surveillance room—his favorite place—Milan sat on a chair, his phone in hand. He typed a keyword into the internet: "Alternative ways to help someone take medicine easily.""What are you doing?" A deep voice made Milan look up.There stood Vikram, one of the men assigned to the CCTV surveillance station. He approached Milan with a puzzled expression. Usually, Milan preferred watching the monitor screens or chatting with the people around him. But this time, he seemed focused on researching something on his phone."I'm looking for a way to help someone take medicine without suffering," Milan replied without looking away from the screen.Vikra
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Darkness enveloped everything around him. Arkanza stood in the middle of nothingness—no walls, no sky, no ground—just himself, floating in a vast sea of pitch black. The air felt heavy, as if the world was pressing down on him from all directions. Then, from a distance, he saw the silhouette of a man. The figure stood tall, his body almost like a shadow, yet there was something strange about him. Arkanza could feel his presence with unsettling clarity, as if the man was a part of him. Footsteps echoed through the void as the man moved closer. A dim light began to reveal his features—dark hair, sharp eyes that held an air of mystery, and a faint smile that was impossible to decipher. Lev Bodgan. Arkanza didn't know how he recognized that name, but the awareness of this man's identity suddenly emerged in his mind. "Who are you?" Arkanza asked, his voice reverberating through the emptiness. The man didn’t answer. He only smiled—a cold smile, yet strangely familiar. Arkanz
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Trapped in the Smith ResidenceArkanza blinked, his head still heavy as he realized he was back inside a familiar car—the one Albert usually drove. The window showed an increasingly recognizable view, signaling that he was on his way back to the Smith residence. His body felt weak, but his mind remained restless."Why am I here—Ally, you?" he muttered softly.Albert glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Arkanza’s defiant expression, despite his feeble state."You don’t have to do this, Albert," Arkanza murmured weakly, trying to sit up straighter even though his body felt burdened.Albert remained focused on the road. "You know this isn’t a choice, Young Master. Sir and Madam were nearly going mad looking for you."Arkanza scoffed quietly, uninterested in his caretaker’s words."And what exactly have I done?"The car finally stopped in front of the Smith residence. As the car door opened, Adam and Maria were already standing at the doorway, their expressions filled with relief and wo
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Arkanza leaned his head against the cold wooden bookshelf, his eyes feeling heavy, and his body started to shiver despite the warmth inside the old archive room. He had spent two days in this room, searching through every old document that might contain information about Alistair Smith, but so far, he hadn't found anything truly satisfying.Milan, who had been standing not far from him, let out a long sigh. “My Lord, you need to rest. Your face is pale, and you're trembling. I’ll get you some medicine.”Arkanza weakly shook his head. “I can't rest now. I have to find something. This is too important.”Milan stepped closer, looking at Arkanza with concern. “You haven’t slept properly for days, and I’m sure you even skipped lunch today. You’ll collapse if you keep this up.”Arkanza closed his eyes, trying to endure the dizziness spinning in his head. He knew Milan was right, but there was a strong urge inside him to keep searching. If he stopped now, all his efforts would be in vain.Se
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Arkanza walked through the corridors of his new school with mixed feelings. The old building, with its towering walls and grand pillars, always gave him a different impression compared to his previous school. This was not just an ordinary place of learning—there was a long history embedded in every corner.A few days ago, he heard an interesting piece of information from one of the history teachers, Mr. Henderson, that this school stored many old documents, including records of influential families from the past. And even more surprising, there was a possibility that his ancestors had a connection to this place.Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Arkanza made his way to the school library, which was known for its vast collection and extensive archives.As he entered the library, the distinct scent of old books immediately filled his senses. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting a dramatic glow over the room. Several students sat quietly at large tables, engros
