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As the carriage rumbled along its supposed path, I found myself running through the entire plan again one more time. It wasn't going to help much if it all comes crashing down, but it was still worth it to have some semblance of a framework in a scheme as complicated as Arya lined it out to be.With her and Anne still playing the messenger schtick, they'll go along deeper into the palace while Grigori will be stuck with the three of us as he's supposedly guided to a stable after bringing Arya to the palace's inner gates. At that point, we'll have about an hour before Arya supposedly finishes her task of getting to the council chambers. Still don't know what she meant by the council since she glossed over it so fast earlier, but I'll only assume that they knew how to fight enough that even the Lady Bloodmoon didn't want to risk a fight with them in her lonesome. This meant that we had to get there before s
Opening the first door, I expected a lot of things. An enemy contingent. A possible stray guard. Even a lowly servant innocently doing their rounds. We had little to no information after this. We'll be literally winging the entire thing from this point forward. I held a breath as the ornate door slowly creaked open, revealing the same gaudy interior of the main lobby simply copy and pasted into what looked like a hallway. Peeking my head out from side to side, the seemingly endless corridor seemed to be empty, which prompted me to let out a small sigh of relief.What? It was perfectly normal to be afraid whenever you're sneaking into what amounts to the fucking Pentagon or White House in this world.I went through first, fully opening the door for the others, "C'mon..."Livia and Isaac followed my lead. Quietly stepping into uncharted waters, I mad
Phillipe never considered herself to be a political person. While it was true that a Denominator can never be expected to know politics, he didn't really care beyond being able to keep himself and the people he gave a shit about alive. So when Ruby started practically worshipping the ground their so-called Lady Crimson walked on, he took offense to it immediately. Why would someone like Ruby even like someone that blatantly lied to them about being a Den? Sure, the redhead actually somehow managed to prove that she was still one of them despite being a Numerator at the same time, but there was still the principle of the matter. Well, maybe the lady did manage to get them out of the death trap that was their Furnace, and gave them actual meals instead of scraps, and maybe even promised a future where they can live in peace without persecution...
I wasn't really the type of person to appreciate unwanted surprises. Whether for good or bad, I'd rather have stability and peace of mind rather than have my schedules destroyed by sudden birthday parties or emergency trips. I guess I just wasn't as flexible as I thought I'd be. I mean, I used to have massive chunks of empty time where I just laze around and think about life. It was wasted time, that I knew. But I couldn't bring myself to be productive during those times. I just... I don't want to think at times, and dead time was both a blessing and a curse for my own sanity. The monotony of life... In retrospect, I truly am a boring person if my personality was distilled to its basest form.Then again, life had constantly tried its best to break me out of my mold."You again."My stomach dropped as the young familiar voice echoed in my ears. I ex
Right. Strategy.At a glance, the study was fairly small. Probably because the entire floor itself was smaller than the base of the palace. The stairs we came from were located at the side of the now destroyed wall. I guess we were actually close to the outside than we expected. On the room itself, it was like staring at a miniature version of the Royal Library. Bookshelves galore as far as the eye could see, but on a smaller scale; probably about the size of the main floor of my own mindscape where Ica and I shared tea and thinly-veiled verbal jabs. Add in the cluttered and haphazard arrangement of the books and the shelves that contain them, and I was left in an arena that was just ripe for stealth takedowns or a blazing inferno.In short, not a lot of elbow room in a room filled with highly flammable material. Kind of an advantage and a disadvantage when thinking about the
"Had enough?!""DIE!"My heart worked overtime as I held my ground. It didn't matter that some of his flames were getting through. I just had to hold out till he ran out of steam. This was it. Victory was so close that I could literally smell it being cooked to perfection.I just had to take it home.Another batch of flames buffeted my position as the force of the impacts almost made my feet slide back to the edge. Not that it did, but it made me all the more cautious as I stood back up and kept grinning. Looking at the kid, the panic on his face was starting to overtake the rage he once held. His hands glowed with powerful flames, but even I can see them starting to flicker as I began walking. This was so fucking cool!"S-stay back!"A blast of fire practically
Arya had never had this much fun in her life.Sure, it was in circumstances that she never expected to be in after years of being in the service of the Empire, but the bluenette wouldn't give this up even if it cost her her own borrowed life. After all, how many people would even have the privilege of saying something along the lines of successfully infiltrating the most secure place on this side of the Empire?"Messenger. You have a missive for us?"As a trained infiltrator in lieu of her own experience as a Dividend, the former Prime kept her patented noble scowl firmly on her face. Descartes trailed closely behind her, the Vaion woman subtly shaking in her feet even as she portrayed the role of a cowed servant. It was only fortunate that the Vaion had actually been a maid in service to the Vaion Crown. Such a coincidence couldn't be more conveni
What was the point of achievement? Clearly, it was for the sense of progress and fulfillment. But then, what of overachievers? Were they just glory hounds wanting all the pride for themselves? Were they possibly just addicted to the endorphins that being superior gives to them in spades? Maybe they're just simply better than everyone else around them? Well... I don't really know, and I don't know why this thought even popped up in my head as I made the last step to reach the end of these torturous stairs. I found myself staring at a large door. No room, no space.Just door."I guess this is the room?"Placing my left hand on the intricately decorated door, I held the Firebrand with my right hand as I pushed the damn thing open. Hopefully, Livia and the rest already had the situation under control. It'd make our lives easier since I'm expecting to s