2026-09-15 07:39:21Madison stepped forward, her hands already clenched at her sides. “She is only a War Goddess Princess, yet she thinks she can treat Derek like this after her family agreed to the marriage?”
“A mere Queen of War,” Savannah said with a cold laugh, her eyes burning with fury. “She sent a letter to cancel an agreement made by both families, and she believes she can insult him without facing the result?”
Brooklyn’s face had turned red, and she looked more offended than Derek did. “I am going to find her.”
“You are going to do what?” Derek asked.
“I am leaving this mountain,” Brooklyn snapped. “I am going to find Patricia West, and I am going to teach her what happens when she looks down on you.”
“I will go with you,” Savannah said at once. “If she wants to act like she is better than everyone else, I will bring her down myself.”
Sophia’s eyes narrowed as she stared at the purple seal. “She should be grateful that Derek is not the kind of person who cares about such an insult, because if he were, the West family would not be able to hide her behind her title.”
Madison nodded sharply. “She needs to be crushed.”
Derek looked at the four women, who were all furious on his behalf, and shook his head.
“There is no need for any of that.”
“There is every need,” Savannah argued.
“No.” Derek placed Patricia’s letter on the table. “Like I told you before, women are not part of my problems right now.”
The four women stared at him in disbelief.
Derek continued before any of them could interrupt him. “If Patricia wants to cancel the marriage, then she has saved me the trouble of dealing with it. I have enough things to worry about without adding a marriage arrangement to the list.”
“But she insulted you,” Sophia said.
“She made her choice.”
“She said your family is no longer worth anything,” Madison replied, her voice shaking with anger.
“She did not have to say it directly.”
The words silenced them.
For a moment, none of the women spoke, because they understood that Derek had already seen the meaning behind Patricia’s letter. He did not need anyone to explain it to him, and he did not need them to fight a battle he had never asked them to start.
Derek picked up the second letter.
This time, the seal belonged to Master Zachariah.
He broke it carefully, unfolded the paper, and began to read.
The first lines made his eyes narrow.
Master Zachariah told him that today was the final day of his life on the mountain. His training was finished, and he could no longer remain hidden from the world. The time had come for Derek to leave the mountain and begin the path his father had prepared for him before his death.
Derek continued reading, and the words that followed made his expression change.
His father had left one final wish.
Before Derek’s family was massacred, his father had arranged for Derek to marry Patricia West of the West family. It had been a serious agreement between two powerful families, and his father had wanted the marriage to be completed as soon as Derek was old enough and strong enough to leave the mountain.
Master Zachariah explained that this was not only Derek’s father’s dying wish.
Derek’s father had also been his closest friend, and because of that, Zachariah had accepted the responsibility of protecting the promise and making sure Derek completed what his father had begun. He wanted Derek to go to the West family, finish the marriage arrangement quickly, and honor the final wish of the man who had given him life.
Derek’s eyes moved farther down the page.
There was another reason he had to leave immediately.
Old Master West, Patricia’s grandfather, was seriously ill.
The old man had grown weak, and his illness had become so severe that even the best healers in the West family could not cure him. His condition was getting worse by the day, and Master Zachariah believed that Derek was the only person who could save his life.
Derek had been trained in healing for fifteen years, and along the line he awakened his family abilities, which his master told him to keep to himself and never show it.
But besides his family abilities he knew how to treat rare illnesses, how to make powerful medicine, and how to heal wounds that other doctors could not touch. Master Zachariah had spent years teaching him skills that no ordinary healer possessed, and now he wanted Derek to use those skills to save Old Master West.
The four women remained quiet as they watched him read.
The anger in their faces was still there, but it had been pushed aside by their growing curiosity.
Derek reached the final part of the letter and found a small black card hidden inside it. The card was smooth and hard, with an old family mark carved into its surface.
Master Zachariah explained that Derek was to present the card to the West family as proof of his identity. They would not need to question him, challenge his name, or demand unnecessary explanations once they saw the card, because it would confirm that he was the last surviving member of Derek’s family.
Derek read the final instruction once more, his eyes resting on the words for several seconds.
He was to leave immediately after receiving the letter and go straight to the West family to heal Old Master West and fulfill his father’s last wish.
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Inside, Derek washed his face. The water was cold, and it woke him up a little, and he changed his shoes — the ones still wet from the dew — and he stood there for a moment in the quiet room, looking at nothing, thinking about what she had said."Be careful."The first kind thing she had ever said to him. And now he had a choice to make, and he knew it, and he made it anyway.Kane's house. Nine o'clock. The book. The name. Vic, who had days and not weeks. Or the old man. Who had asked for him. Who had said, tell him I remember. He couldn't do both. He'd told himself all afternoon that he could — go to the old man first, be quick, be back by nine — but standing there in the quiet room, he knew that was a lie he was telling himself. Visits to dying men were never quick.Derek walked to the West mansion. He didn't run. He didn't hurry. He passed the market on the way, the stalls coming down, and he checked the clock above the square. Past eight. He still had time, if he was quick. If fiv
chapter 99
Derek left the old quarter with the sun going down.He'd told Samuel to leave tonight, and Samuel had nodded, slow, like a man agreeing to something he didn't want to agree to, and Harold had put a hand on his shoulder, and that was that. There wasn't anything else to say. Derek walked back through the lane, past the baskets and the cooking fires, and the smoke hung low, and it got in his eyes, and he didn't bother rubbing it out.The market was closing. The stalls were coming down, the traders packing up, and a woman was shouting at a boy who'd knocked over a basket of oranges, and the boy was laughing, and the woman was trying not to laugh, and Derek walked past all of it and thought about what he'd say to Kane at nine o'clock. He'd ask about the house on the hill first. See what he said. If he knew it, then the name in his book — the one that was scratched out — it lived in that house. And if he didn't know it — Derek didn't finish the thought. He never finished that thought. He ju
chapter 98
Derek hadn't slept. He hadn't eaten since yesterday, either, and his stomach knew it. His shoes were wet with dew from the walk, his coat smelled of the room under the house — dust and old herbs — and his eyes burned every time he blinked. He stood at the estate gate and waited for Harold, and the waiting was the worst part, because there was nothing to do but think, and thinking kept coming back to the same thing.The footsteps. In the house. Above him.He kept hearing them. Even now, in the quiet morning, with nothing around him but the gate and the road and the first smoke rising from the market. He kept hearing them.A car stopped at the corner. Harold got out, out of breath, carrying a paper bag."Young Master." Harold held the bag out. "Bread. Still warm. I didn't know if you'd eaten, and you never eat when you're —""I haven't," Derek said. He took the bread. It was warm. He tore off a piece and ate it standing there at the gate, and it was the best thing he'd tasted in days, w
Chapter 97
Derek walked to the estate in the dark.He did not go home. He did not call Harold. He walked through the quiet streets, past the closed shops and the shuttered stalls, and the key sat heavy in his pocket with every step. The city was asleep. The only sound was his own footsteps, and once, far away, a dog barking. He passed the market, its stalls covered and dark, and the river, black and still under the night sky. A night watchman stood at a corner, half asleep, and did not see him pass.He thought about the key, and about the room under the house, and about Vic, who had days and not weeks. The key had waited fifteen years. Vic could not wait. That was why Derek was walking now, and not tomorrow.The estate gates stood open. Derek walked through them and across the courtyard, and the house rose up in front of him, dark and silent. He had been here before, in the daylight, with Harold waiting at the gate. Now there was no one. The windows were dark. The front door was shut.Derek push
Chapter 96
In the morning, Derek went to the old quarter to see Samuel.The old quarter sat behind the market, down a narrow lane where the houses leaned close together and the air smelled of smoke and cooking oil. Derek had been there once before, in the dark, three nights ago. Now he came in daylight, and the lane was full of people carrying baskets and buckets, and children running between the stalls.Samuel's room was at the end of the lane, a small room with a wooden door and a window covered by a piece of cloth. Derek knocked. The door opened, and Samuel stood there, blinking in the daylight, his grey hair uncombed, his worn jacket hanging loose on his shoulders."You came back," Samuel said."Yes," Derek said.Samuel stepped aside and let him in. The room was small and bare — a bed, a wooden chair, a lantern by the door, a clay cup on the floor. Samuel sat down on the edge of the bed, and Derek sat on the chair across from him."I have been thinking since you came," Samuel said. "About th
Chapter 95
At nine o'clock, Derek stood outside the tall iron gate.He had walked the last three streets alone. Harold had driven him as far as the corner and waited there, the way Derek had told him to, and Derek had walked the rest on foot. He had stopped twice, once at a shop window and once at a street corner, and listened for footsteps behind him. There were none. The street was quiet.He passed the warehouse district on the way. Warehouse 7 stood dark and quiet by the river, and the smell of diesel and fish hung in the air. The ledger was still in the office drawer. The wage note was still folded in his pocket. Derek kept walking.The gate did not open. Derek stood outside it and waited. A full minute passed. Then another. The house was dark and quiet behind the iron bars, and no one came. Derek did not knock. He did not call out. He stood still, and he waited, and he thought about the book sitting on Kane's desk, and about the trap he had walked into — or the deal.Then the gate opened, a
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