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Chapter 22: “Become My Apprentice”
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“Alia, Alia.” A cheerful and slightly excited voice abruptly pulled Alia from her tangled thoughts. She looked up sharply and saw her younger sister, Lianna, standing at the doorway. Dressed in a pale yellow knee-length dress with a matching silk ribbon around her waist, Lianna exuded a lively charm, like a bright little bird brimming with vitality. A faint smile played on her lips, and her sparkling eyes carried a hint of mischief, as if she could always find joy wherever she went.“I just heard Marcellus say there’s going to be another ball!” Lianna said as she approached, skipping lightly around to Alia’s side. She tugged gently at Alia’s sleeve, her tone brimming with excitement. “How wonderful! Let me help you with it.”Alia froze for a moment, her emotions stirring into a quiet turmoil. Lianna, as always, appeared pure and carefree, seemingly untouched by the worries of the world. In contrast, Alia felt weighed down by invisible burdens pressing heavily on her shoulders.“You se
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Lianna, Elise, and Alia gathered around a large table in the study, diving into an enthusiastic discussion about the upcoming ball. The table was covered with an assortment of lists, seating charts, decor sketches, and invitation templates, all freshly delivered by Marcellus’s staff.Lianna spoke with boundless energy. “Livia, the theme for the ball has to be grand and elegant! How about a medieval courtly style? Lots of gold and jewel-toned blues would perfectly match the castle’s vibe!” She gestured animatedly as if already envisioning the scene on the night of the ball.Elise, on the other hand, took a more meticulous approach. She flipped through a handbook on banquet design, selecting a few decorative patterns to show Alia. “These are the most popular motifs in the city. Especially this chandelier design—if paired with the arched windows in the main hall, it would be stunning.”As Alia listened to their suggestions, she jotted down notes and considered everything carefully. Thoug
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The next few days were a whirlwind of activity for Alia. She, Elise, and Lianna were inseparable, spending every waking moment planning and fine-tuning the ball’s details. Lianna brimmed with enthusiasm, often suggesting fanciful, romantic ideas, while Elise exhibited her impressive organizational skills, ensuring every detail was executed flawlessly. Alia gradually found her own rhythm amidst the flurry of tasks, and whenever her ideas were adopted or her suggestions praised, the approving smiles from her companions gave her a peculiar sense of satisfaction.Yet, what truly stirred passion in her heart was the time she spent alone, honing her “skills.” In the training room she had repurposed, Alia seized every free moment to reacquaint herself with her thief techniques. Her body was far more agile and responsive than she had anticipated, as if it had been crafted for such movements. She could now effortlessly perform complex maneuvers that had once required relentless practice.Alia
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“This ball is splendid. Elise mentioned it to me—despite your memory loss, you’ve managed to organize everything so flawlessly. Thank you.” A low, resonant voice sounded from behind Alia, accompanied by warm breath against her ear and arms encircling her waist. Startled for a brief moment, Alia quickly recognized Marcellus by his voice and the familiarity of his touch.Over the past few days, despite her conscious effort to maintain a certain distance, Alia couldn’t deny that their relationship had grown increasingly intimate. She no longer felt the initial resistance to Marcellus’s touch; instead, a strange sense of familiarity crept into her heart. Perhaps it was fatigue, or perhaps a softening deep within her, but she unconsciously leaned her head against his chest, her lips curving into a faint smile.“I’d rather attend a track than this ball,” she murmured teasingly. “Right now, all I want to do is run and jump, shake off these cumbersome decorations and rules.”Her playful words
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Just as Alia’s thoughts began to spiral, a figure at the entrance caught her attention, interrupting her musings. It was her younger brother, Adrian. He had donned a tailored blue suit, enhancing his tall and handsome appearance. Every movement exuded the grace of nobility, yet he carried himself with an understated elegance, never ostentatious. His gaze, however, occasionally drifted, as if searching for someone.Alia observed him closely and felt a subtle shift in her thoughts—he was indeed looking for Elise.This didn’t surprise her. In her earlier conversations with Elise, Alia had taken the opportunity to ask about each family member’s past and personality. Elise had spoken confidently about everyone else, but when Adrian was mentioned, she uncharacteristically blushed and stammered, offering only a brief “The young master is very kind” before quickly changing the subject.As a seasoned thief with a keen sense for human interactions, Alia immediately sensed something unusual. Cou
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Alia maintained a graceful smile as she accompanied Marcellus, engaging in polite conversations with the other nobles. However, inwardly, she was rolling her eyes and silently mocking them. “These people are so fake and insipid. A bunch of good-for-nothings. Honestly, if someone cleaned out their mansions, maybe they’d finally learn some humility.”Despite her composed exterior, her gaze frequently flitted toward the main hall doors. She was discreetly watching for the return of Elise and Adrian, feeling a mix of concern and anticipation for the little scheme she had set into motion.At last, the pair appeared at the entrance. They walked in side by side, but something was clearly amiss. Elise had her head lowered, her eyes slightly red as if she had been crying. Adrian, on the other hand, wore an expression of frustration, as though unwilling to accept something. What caught Alia’s attention most was Elise’s slightly swollen lips, unmistakable evidence of a recent kiss.Alia raised a
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Finally, the grand doors of the main hall swung open, and with the sound of steady footsteps, a tall, imposing man entered. His presence radiated authority, and as his gaze swept across the room, the chatter that had filled the air abruptly faded, leaving the hall in a momentary hush.Beside him stood a woman clad in an elegant deep-red silk gown. Her composed demeanor and regal aura immediately marked her as a noblewoman accustomed to wielding power. Together, they presented a flawless front, a shield of dignity that cast an air of solemnity over the gathering.Alia’s gaze was drawn to the man despite herself. Even in the brightly lit room, he stood out like a towering mountain—unyielding, commanding, and utterly overwhelming. The sheer weight of his presence overshadowed even Marcellus, standing at her side, causing her heart to clench with an inexplicable tension.A shiver ran down her spine, spreading through her entire body. It wasn’t fear, exactly, but a primal reaction she coul
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At that moment, Marcellus gently squeezed her hand again. The warmth of his touch eased Alia’s turbulent emotions, grounding her in the present. He didn’t say much, but his small gesture spoke volumes. She looked up at him, their gazes meeting briefly but meaningfully. His silent reassurance seemed to say: Even if that man cannot support you, I will always be here.This quiet support gave her the strength to bury her tangled feelings deep within. Straightening her back, Alia resumed her graceful composure, ready to face the social demands ahead.When the topic turned to her mother, Alia felt a sharp pang in her chest. Though she had never truly met this mother, the emotions carried by this body were overwhelmingly intense. Her mother’s presence hovered like a mist—distant and intangible, yet ever-present. Alia’s gaze lowered instinctively, her mood shadowed by an unshakable heaviness.Marcellus noticed her shift in demeanor and stepped in smoothly, speaking in a calm yet apologetic to
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“I won’t hurt her, of course. But what’s this? Hesitating? What’s wrong? Don’t want to hand it over? Seems like you don’t care much about this beauty after all. Makes sense—people like you can replace someone like her in the blink of an eye.”The sneering voice from the phone carried an air of mockery. Marcellus’s face remained stoic, but a glint of coldness flashed in his eyes. Though he maintained his composure, the words stirred a ripple in his heart.Alia, who had mentally braced herself for everything, couldn’t help but feel a pang of pain upon hearing this. She knew the kidnapper was trying to sow discord, but those cold words still left an impact. She forced herself to suppress all conflicting emotions, focusing on finding an opportunity to escape.At that moment, Marcellus, signaling subtly to Elias, maintained his calm tone. “Fine, I’ll give it to you. Knowing about such confidential documents couldn’t have been easy. But these files aren’t with me right now—they’re at my hou
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The man on the other end of the phone spoke with a leisurely tone, but his words carried a heavy threat. “Good, you’ve already regrouped. That saves me quite a bit of effort—no need to hunt you down one by one.”Hearing this, Marcellus and Elias exchanged a glance, their eyes now tinged with a cold sharpness. The fact that the caller had learned of their meeting so quickly and made this call suggested only one thing: there was an informant in their ranks leaking information to the kidnappers. Both men understood this unspoken truth but knew they couldn’t alert the mole just yet. For now, they had to deal with the kidnapper on the phone and buy time.Marcellus lowered his voice, speaking calmly but with a hint of impatience. “Who are you? And why are you calling?”The kidnapper let out a cold chuckle, his tone becoming even more casual. “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is who I have.”With that, he handed the phone to Livia, who was bound beside him. His tone was laced with mocke
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“We’ll split up,” Elias declared decisively, turning to his subordinates and issuing orders in a low, commanding tone. “Mobilize everyone. Search the eastern road and its surrounding areas—hidden side paths, abandoned buildings, anywhere that could be used as a hideout. If you find even the slightest clue, report to me immediately!”Elias’s subordinates also wasted no time and quickly set out, while he personally studied a map, planning potential search areas. His finger moved swiftly across the map, pointing to several red-marked locations. “Here, here, and here. Search every corner thoroughly. Whoever finds Livia gets double the reward. Move!”Meanwhile, Marcellus also sprang into action without hesitation. Standing tall, he turned to his captain of the guard, his tone sharp and commanding: “Take the elite squad and set out immediately. Start from the west road and work your way east. Leave no stone unturned. Report any unusual findings to me immediately!”The captain of the guard n
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“Of course, why else would I call you?” Elias’s voice brimmed with fury, barely restrained as his emotions teetered on the edge of losing control. Yet, amidst Marcellus’s growing frustration, Elias caught a fleeting trace of panic in his brother’s tone. His heart sank. Quickly, he pressed on, “Stop pretending. Are you seriously saying Livia isn’t in the castle now?”On the other end of the line, Marcellus’s tightly drawn expression faltered. He paused, as if realizing something, his voice low and filled with suspicion. “Could this be a ploy? Are you trying to make me believe she’s gone so you can hide her whereabouts?”Elias let out a cold laugh, suppressing his own turmoil, his tone sharp and cutting. “We’ve been brothers for years. Don’t you know me by now? If I were setting a trap, do you think you’d realize it so easily? And let’s get one thing straight—if Livia were under my protection, no one, not even you, could harm her. I wouldn’t need to deceive you.”Marcellus’s brows furro
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Marcellus stumbled through the door of his study, his footsteps heavy and unsteady. The dim light of the overcast sky seeped in, casting long, oppressive shadows across the room. The desk was piled high with documents, but he couldn’t bring himself to even glance at them. Instead, he reached into the hidden compartment of a mechanism box and retrieved the object that haunted him—his diary. Its cover was worn from countless readings, the edges frayed by his desperate hands.He slowly sat down, opening the familiar pages. Each one was marked by the force of his pen, the pressure so intense it almost tore through the paper. These words, born of his anguish and struggles, seemed to shout accusations at him, a mirror of his own failings.As he flipped through the diary, he saw the very passages Livia had once read—his cruel words, written under the influence of the “curse,” and his later resolutions after coming to his senses. These pages bore the full weight of his regret, a testament to
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Alia’s wrists tensed slightly as her fingers brushed against the rough rope binding her. The coarse hemp was frayed in places, but the knots themselves seemed less than professional—slightly loose at the joins. If she could free even one hand, the knife hidden in her sleeve might provide a swift escape.“They’re not seasoned kidnappers,” Alia calmly deduced. “Probably an inexperienced group acting out of urgency.”The surrounding silence was unsettling, broken only by occasional birdsong outside and the low whistle of wind through cracked window frames. Alia strained her ears and caught snippets of muffled conversation. Though the words were indistinct, the subdued and tense tones betrayed unease.“What are they afraid of?”This sense of uncertainty gave Alia a flicker of confidence. She shifted her weight subtly, testing the ropes. Though there was some give, it wasn’t enough for her to break free.Suddenly, the fabric covering her eyes was yanked away, and a harsh beam of light stru
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Alia regained consciousness in a haze, her thoughts gradually sharpening. A faint pain throbbed in her head as the sound of dripping water and distant echoing footsteps reached her ears. It felt like she was in a small, enclosed space.She tried to open her eyes but found her vision blocked by heavy fabric. Instinctively, she moved her wrists, only to discover they were bound tightly with coarse rope. Her ankles were similarly restrained, leaving no room for movement, and her body was secured to a heavy chair, rendering her completely immobile.“I’ve been kidnapped,” she concluded swiftly, though her heart remained calm.Taking a deep breath, Alia forced herself to focus. As a former top-tier thief, she had faced situations like this often in her previous life. Escaping wasn’t new to her, though this was her first time encountering such danger as Livia. She immediately began analyzing the situation.“This isn’t a simple robbery, nor does it seem to be about money or… anything worse.”
