INICIAR SESIÓNAnd so, the three of them walked into the depths of the forest—one leading, two following behind.Fallen leaves rustled softly beneath their feet. The wind, however, stopped without warning, and the entire woodland seemed to fall under a layer of unseen stillness.Strangely, even though David was accompanying them, he deliberately kept a nearly constant distance from Alia.Not too close, not too far—far enough that it felt like he was avoiding overstepping, cautious of her identity;yet close enough that whenever she turned back, he would always remain within sight.This kind of “respect” was almost too exact.So exact that it didn’t feel natural—more like a distance calculated in advance.Noticing this, Alia’s brows drew together slightly.She slowed her steps and moved to walk beside Elias.The night stretched thin shadows between them. She leaned in just a little, her voice soft by his ear:“What’s going on? I thought you would continue hiding—as our final trump card.”Elias did
The air seemed to grow colder and heavier in that instant, as though an unseen current—from somewhere deep within the forest’s shadowed heart—had quietly begun to flow outward, creeping along the ground like a thin sheet of frost. No one spoke; even the surrounding trees seemed to hold their breath, their leaves rustling with a subtle tension that mirrored the mood of the group.It was in that suspended silence that Alia suddenly stepped forward and opened her mouth.“In that case,” she said, her tone soft but unwavering, “why don’t I be the one to go?After all… I am Edgar’s daughter, Marcellus’s wife… and, above all, Celesta’s daughter.”
The night wind grew sharper and tighter, as if urging them forward—or warning them.And in that instant, just as Elias’s fist tightened, Alia’s heart was the first to sink.The cup handle had appeared.Jim… had indeed come to the island.A few images flashed through her mind like lightning—Jim leaving the manor in the dead of night, his quiet probing, that ever-present sense of “he’s always one step ahead of what you think.” Suddenly, the pieces aligned.He had buried the cup handle on the island beforehand.He knew the fragments would be exposed by the light.He knew he couldn’t risk carrying the most crucial piece on hi
The night was as deep as ink, and the beams of light refracted through the forest in eerie silver streaks. Amidst the swaying shadows of trees, a figure finally emerged.Light footsteps, yet steady.It was—Elias.His clothing still carried the dampness from river water, with traces of mud on his shoulder—clear signs that he had come in haste. The face that was usually calm and clean now held a touch of exhaustion, yet no panic. Light shone from behind him, making him look like a silhouette walking out from the heart of the darkness.He stopped before the gathered crowd and spoke lightly:“We meet again, everyone.”His voice was low, emotionless.
The Holy Grail hovered in midair, slowly revolving. The fissures along its broken rim seemed to be pried open by some unseen force, and from each gap, sharp beams of light burst forth, slicing through the night.The rays stretched deep into the forest, toward the island’s edge, toward the shadows beneath distant cliffs—calling, summoning, or revealing a fate long hidden.In an instant, the darkness tore apart, revealing multiple paths leading toward the unknown.“Apparently, you do not know” Edgar murmured, lifting his gaze to the converging beams. His tone was so calm that it was hard to tell whether he was composed… or simply concealing something. “It seems our other friends are also somewhere on this island.Why not gather everyone together?”The moment he finished speaking, one of the beams shot straight down and enveloped him—striking squarely against his chest.He did not step back. Instead, he reached calmly into his coat, as though he had been expecting this. He withdrew two f
The night grew darker, and the air around them seemed to tighten under an unseen weight.Marcellus lifted the half of the Holy Grail in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the others. His voice was low, steady, and tinged with caution.“Looks like we’ll have to follow where this light leads us. But now—someone has to carry it. Who will it be?”The Grail shimmered faintly, casting its dull radiance across their faces as if silently judging each of them.Edgar let out a soft, dismissive laugh—careless, almost taunting.“I don’t care. Take it if you want. I already have the gemstone. Even if you walk away with the Grail, what difference does it make?”Eryx snorted coldly, his tone dripping with mockery.“Then let Livia hold it. I’d like to see what happens when the two of you—father and daughter—finally turn on each other.”The air froze in an instant.Livia’s fingers trembled ever so slightly. Her eyes flicked from her father to the Grail, then back again. For a long moment, she said nothi







