2023-05-29 15:41:26"From the expression you're giving, it seems you're quite interested in my request. Maybe you don't want to accept money, but I will give you something that you truly need if you succeed in healing me."
Andrew pondered for a moment. He then saw this as a good opportunity to fix his chaotic life.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Your offer sounds quite intriguing."
"Then, I guess we've reached an agreement. So, how about it? Do you want to do it now?"
"Before that, I want to know, how do you know that I can save you?" Andrew asked.
"I didn't have a heart attack, Andrew. And I know you understand that. It was only you who could suddenly replenish the oxygen that vanished yesterday. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have called you here."
Andrew nodded, then said, "Yes, I didn't perform CPR as others would have wanted. I just tried to 'revive' your fading pulse."
"And I hope this time you truly revive it, so it will never die again."
"I'm saving you, Sir, not making you immortal."
Andrew then got up from his chair and approached William. He placed his hand on William's chest and discovered that William's remaining lifespan was approximately three weeks. Andrew withdrew his hand and said, "This is worse than when I helped you yesterday. Three weeks is all that's left."
"Sad," William replied.
Andrew then placed his hand back on William's chest. He closed his eyes, focusing on healing William. A light emerged from between his fingers and entered William's chest.
The old man jerked and felt something cold and creeping flowing through his body, reaching up to his head.
"Well," Andrew withdrew his hand and smiled at William. "I think I can indeed heal you, Sir. But before that, I need to find out the appropriate treatment that I can use with my abilities."
William looked at his hand and then pointed to Andrew. "If you notice, since yesterday, my fingernails were pitch black. It was really frustrating, I wasn't ready to die. There are still many things I want to do in this world. And look now, my fingernails have returned to normal. Even my chest feels much lighter to breathe compared to earlier. Thank you, Andrew."
"My pleasure. But it's too soon for you to thank me. I just detected your illness and provided a little relief to prevent it from becoming aggressive. The journey is still long, but rest assured, I will try to heal you."
"Alright, then I want you and your sister to stay here during the healing process. You don't need to worry about money. Once it's done, I will give you a sum of money calculated from today until the day you leave," William said.
"Also, don't forget about what I need. I may not know what I want right now, but when I return from your house and demand my payment, I hope you can provide it."
"Yes, don't worry, Andrew. I'll do whatever it takes to attain healing. You don't need to worry about that. You're with William, the only thing I can't do is remove this illness from my body. If only I could, I would undoubtedly be the most perfect person ever born in New York," William remarked with a chuckle.
"I think one of the causes of this illness is your arrogance. But, I'm still impressed by your ability to find me. It can be said that I have quite a confidence in your greatness."
"Well, Andrew, save your admiration for now. It's better for you to rest and take your sister to the room. I will have my staff prepare another room. I also want to rest. A sunny day like today should be used for a short nap. I've prepared everything you need in the room, from clothes and much more. Just call the servants through the phone and they will provide whatever you want. Also, later in the evening, I want to take you both to have dinner at my friend's restaurant."
Andrew nodded. "That sounds like an interesting plan. Alright, excuse me, Sir. I’ll go to meet my sister and then go to my room."
As Andrew walked out, William pressed a small button near the leg of his chair. He took another puff from the remaining cigar and smiled widely as he watched Andrew walking farther away.
"Ah, I didn't expect this long journey to yield results. I just need to find out about the disease that has taken hold of his body. But where do I get information about it? I truly have no clue about the extent of my own power," Andrew lamented. "I hope Grandma can give me some guidance. Detecting his illness and granting me a little power like earlier doesn't mean I can easily cure him.”
**
Shortly after, the black-suited man who had brought Andrew earlier appeared before William. He bowed his body, showing respect to the middle-aged man.
"How is it? Are they in their respective rooms?" William asked.
"Yes, Sir. Miss Erica is on the second floor, while Mr. Andrew is on the fourth floor, in the room you prepared for him. If we follow the plan, everything should go smoothly. The book has been placed where Mr. Andrew can reach it," the man replied.
"Great, this will definitely be a success. I can't wait to be free from this illness and live without burdens. Make sure nothing they want is overlooked, it's your task to monitor Andrew," William instructed.
"Yes, Sir. By the way, will you inform Mr. Andrew soon about his identity as the Young Master of this family?" the man asked.
William smirked, blowing smoke from his mouth and nose. He shook his head and said, "Not now. "
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They arrived like wind crawling across a graveyard—gentle at first, scattered and fragmented. Voices with no mouths, syllables without origin, footsteps with no feet. The Spiral, ever observant, turned inward, then outward, trying to contain the sudden weight of being remembered.Cian stood inside its pulsing heart. The runes beneath him no longer felt smooth or responsive. They crackled underfoot, fragments of languages leaking from other realities, some older than speech, some impossibly young. He could hear laughter and sobbing at the same time. Some of these echoes wanted peace.But others?They only wanted to be seen.Syra drew a perimeter with her blade, muttering low chants of grounding magic. It wasn’t meant to protect—it was meant to remind her what was real.Ashiel whispered, “It’s not an invasion. It’s grief.”Yra knelt near the outer ring. Her eyes shimmered faintly. She was still new to embodiment. These cries reached into the cracks of her. She listened the way only some
Season 2-Chp 78
It began, as most irreversible things do, with silence.Not the passive quiet of dusk, not the hush of reverence. This silence was full, like breath held too long in a chamber about to shatter. The Spiral had grown calm—its runes no longer screamed, no longer recoiled. They pulsed, not with fear or anger now, but with something else entirely:Mercy.After Cian’s refusal to erase Jerome, after Yra’s naming of regret as truth, the Spiral had changed. Not dramatically. Not loudly. But deeply. It had accepted that contradiction could live beside harmony—that shame could sit beside courage—that guilt could be recorded without destroying the page it touched.The Spiral’s pulse slowed. Its glow warmed.But far beyond the Spiral’s perimeter—past what could be seen, even past what could be remembered—a ripple carried outward.It passed through the trees.Through the cracked skies.Through the forgotten paths of collapsed spirals.It moved like smoke through holes in time.It whispered one word
Season 2-Chp 77
The Spiral did not scream again.But it did not settle either.The world beneath them had stopped pretending to be stable. Runes rippled like water disturbed by unseen stones. Every step across the Spiral’s radius was like walking across someone’s heartbeat. It was a place of memory, of intention—but now, it struggled with something it had never processed before:Betrayal accepted.Cian had refused to erase Jerome.He had held the quill in his hand, the Spiral pulsing with righteous fury, and instead of cleansing the wound, he let it exist—chose to let the chain remain fractured, imperfect.And now?The Spiral didn’t know how to hold that kind of truth.Jerome stood just outside the Spiral’s center. Not speaking. Not moving. The runes wouldn’t come near him, and even the soil beneath his boots seemed to hesitate, as if uncertain of his weight.Cian had spared him, but the Spiral had not forgiven him.Yra watched this unfold in silence. She stood near the outer rim, her small hands clo
Season 2-Chp 76
The Spiral had gone quiet. Not inert—never that again—but contemplative, as though the force now pulsing beneath it had learned not just how to shape reality but how to listen. The air above its runes shimmered faintly, like a page being read by unseen eyes. Every movement made near it, every breath taken, felt heavier—not because the Spiral was judging, but because it was remembering.Yra stood beside it, her small frame haloed in the last traces of the amber light that had wrapped around her when she declared her name. The glow still clung faintly to her fingertips, warm and steady. She had not spoken again since that moment, and no one asked her to. A voice born in defiance didn’t need to rush. It had already proven it deserved to be heard.Cian watched her in silence. He could feel the Spiral under his boots—not shifting, not moving, but paying attention. The sensation crawled up through his calves and into his spine, like a presence was coiled just beneath his skin, not malevolen
Season 2-Chp 75
hem, placing her blade flat across her knees. “Do you want to stay here?”The girl hesitated. “The Order says I belong to them.”“But what do you say?” Ashiel asked.“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’ve only just heard myself for the first time.”And in that fragile moment, something deep beneath the Spiral shifted.Not violently.Just… honestly.A single glyph cracked at the Spiral’s outer rim and rose, hovering, glowing.Jerome reached for it—but it floated to the girl instead.It settled over her chest and pressed gently against her skin.A sound echoed.Not words.Laughter.Soft, young. A child’s giggle—untouched by doctrine.The girl gasped. “That was me.”Ashiel whispered, “It’s your memory.”“No,” the alternate Ashiel said. “It’s fabricated. Manufactured by Cian’s error.”“Then explain,” Calith cut in, “why it feels so real.”The alternate Ashiel faltered. “Because emotion is easy to simulate.”“Yet impossible to fake,” Margareth replied sharply.The Spiral brightened again, not
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Not with fire, not with wrath, but with something older than both—conviction. Runes flowed across the ground like molten will. Memory and unwritten dreams surged in tandem, as if the world itself had decided, finally, to fight for its place.Cian stood at the Spiral’s heart. The quill in his hand trembled—not from fear, but from the weight of everything he and the others had anchored there. His pulse synced with the Spiral. Each heartbeat etched another declaration of existence into the stone.The emissaries from the dead Spiral stood at the edge. They had arrived as arbiters. They had demanded compliance. But now?Now they stood before something they could not quantify: defiance without destruction.The alternate Ashiel stepped forward. “You cannot maintain narrative resonance. This world is unstable.”The Spiral answered by flaring brighter.Real Ashiel stepped beside Cian. “Funny. You say unstable, but this place feels more alive than yours ever did.”The faceless one’s glyphs glit
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