"Yes! That's us!" When the Special Mission Unit agents mentioned capturing Krowoian spies, the evil spirits stood proudly at attention, like receiving honors at a ceremony. Now, that was a sight for sore eyes. After years of hunting spirits, the practitioners from Mount Dracotigris had never witnessed anything like this. Most surprisingly, the spirits asked for nothing in return. The agent simply said, "We'll credit you officially." They then dispersed one by one, even clearing the residual vengeful energy before leaving. "Is this... normal?" A junior practitioner named Cilian Shaw asked his senior. Silence fell over the scene. Normal? Hell no. Usually, subduing evil spirits would drain them completely. Earthbound Manifestations were especially nightmarish. They would need every trick in the book just to escape those. Yet now the place was eerily peaceful, as if these spirits were harmless, which was pure nonsense. Take the spirit of that grandmother with a crooked neck, fo
"I remember her..." "Hush! Don't speak her name!" The senior priest cut Cilian off. She was someone even the heavens frowned upon. The fact that she could split the heaven's gate with a sword alone spoke volumes about how unconventional she was. Their admiration for her was genuine. If she appeared, they'd all kneel before her teachings. But her constant association with evil beings led to mixed opinions among the Dracotigris Order. Anyone who studied the ancient arcane texts knew the most common comment about her—never borrow power from another being so carelessly as it might be tainted. Yet, to this day, the most widely used spirit-summoning techniques came from her lineage. They said when she was around, beasts of fortune frequently appeared on the mountain, all under her command. Homer technically practiced her arcane arts too, which made him part of her lineage. The members of the Special Missions Unit did not understand what the Dracotigris priests were discussing. Thei
Daemon did not stop William. With his ancient arcane mastery, he always had a few spirits at his disposal. "Master, there were too many evil beings at the plaza for us to get to its deepest corner, but the Dracotigris Order was there." The one who reported was someone in a black mist with a single, unsettling bloodshot eye. William hurried away at the mention of Dracotigris. He was worried about their people being exposed. Daemon asked carefully, "Who from Dracotigris?" None of their skilled practitioners had returned, which concerned him. "We couldn't get close. Someone set up a barrier." Daemon immediately thought of that reclusive prodigy whom the Dracotigris Order recently recruited. Had they finally emerged? He stood up. "They were captured. Where's the beast of fortune then?" The spirits exchanged glances. "The beast wasn't with the Dracotigris Order." Daemon frowned. "They wouldn't just let a beast of fortune go." He cared little about Krowo's situation. He just ne
While having interests in their pop culture was not wrong, freedom of expression came with responsibility, especially given Farshyan history. What would the hero think if they came back and saw the young ones dancing while wearing Krowonian fashion? They would have thought they had not accomplished their mission of protecting the country. The spy must have dared to act so brazenly, thinking he could deceive others with his outfit. Aria watched his demeanor shift once his female companion left. She followed quietly, noting the delicate tattoo on his hand. It was trendy enough to avoid suspicion, but she had seen the same mark on all the attackers at the plaza. It would not be too hard to recognize them. "That car is his ride," Simon observed while finishing his pancake. Aria hailed a cab to follow them. The excited driver perked up at the chance for a chase. He expertly kept pace with their target. He boasted proudly, "They can't outrun me." Simon was wearing the amethyst pend
Poeta had not heard from Fergus in ages. If not for his assistant's occasional flower deliveries, she would have worried he had grown suspicious of her. "Yes, that's right, he said he'd bring me to see you." She spoke with relief, "I wanted to let you know so you could prepare." "Why would he suddenly bring you here?" Ian's voice deepened, showing his years of experience in scheming against others. "Did you mention me to him?" Poeta hesitated. "He kept asking about my life abroad. I told him I happened to meet you, and you recognized me. You knew he had feelings for me, so you helped me..." Ian's expression turned vicious. "Who told you to say that?" He gripped his sandalwood beads. What an incompetent fool. How could his "genius" grand-nephew ever fall for her? He took a deep breath. "How did he react?" "He was grateful to you," Poeta replied, her impression of Fergus still stuck in their younger days when he had never doubted her. "He even said he wished his grandfather w
Aria's eyes fixed on the guard. "What about Grandpa Ian?" The guard fumbled for words. "Nothing... let me just report your arrival." "No need." Aria noticed the numerous surveillance cameras. Sneaking in would be impossible, so she had decided to just take the direct approach. "I'll call Grandpa Ian myself." The guard panicked, knowing that call would cost him his job. "No, no, please come in! I'll open the gate right away!" As they drove through, the cab driver was still stunned. "So this is your family's place? Then who were we following?" "A spy." Aria's words made the driver laugh. "You're quite the joker." Aria just smiled faintly. Simon grabbed her wrist. "Something's wrong with that house." Aria did not need to ask why as she saw it too. Her previous investigation had not shown anything unusual, but now she could sense vengeful energy absorbing the land's fortune. It seemed that Ian would really do anything for profit. The driver looked at the house too. "What'
"Indeed, Ms. Carver arrived by cab." That alone was unusual. Edwin's understanding shifted with Aria's explanation–she had run away from home. Ian's eyes flickered with surprise; this was not what he had expected. Running away? Though suspicious, he maintained his composure. "Your grandfather would move mountains for you, Aria. Try to understand his good intentions." "Haven't I been understanding enough?" Aria settled onto the couch. "He made me create an online persona, and I did. I even had to memorize stuff until my head hurt. I'm a medical student, but he forces me to run the company. "He says I need to learn proper etiquette like other socialites since I'm from out of town. He's worried people will gossip." She leaned back. "I know he looks down on me but can't show it, so he argues with me at home and won't let me have friends." Her outburst left Edwin stunned. Ian put on a loving smile. "You're just being childish. Your grandfather could never look down on you. Come
Ian hid his nature too well. If Owen had not failed, he would have stayed perfectly invisible behind the scenes. This made Aria suspect he had hidden his playing cards, especially given how unusual this place felt. That was why she chose a gradual approach rather than confronting him directly. Ian said naturally, "Aria, stop being stubborn and have some hot food with your friend first. And who might this be?" "He's from Southbury." Aria pulled Simon closer. "My little brother from the back alley. Grandpa hates it when I associate with Southbury people. Even Grandma would only let them stay in courtyard houses instead of the main residence. "He got upset about this friend too. He said I was making him lose face by not following his orders." Ian could not recognize Simon as the beast of fortune. While those in the back garden would know, they were still recovering and waiting for William. They had no idea Aria would brazenly bring their target right to them—normal people would ce
"He's not the only one who said that," Fergus interjected. "It's a widely held belief in the business circle.""They say the Wagner family rose to prominence in the south during a time when factories were shutting down. The shift encouraged people to start their own businesses instead of relying on collective systems.""They believe Mr. Wagner Senior seized this opportunity and expanded his business, and eventually moved from the south to the north, finally settling in Janovin."Philip nodded. "That's true.""After leading the Wagner family through so many challenges, doesn't your ancestor deserve a memorial plaque in his honor?" Fergus' words hit a nerve."He didn't want it," Philip replied, unfazed. "Maybe it was because he was influenced by the foreigners' culture. My great-grandfather likely rejected the idea of memorial plaques because such practices aren't common abroad.""If that's the case," Aria said, absently twirling the amethyst pendant in her hand, "your great-grandf
Philip scolded himself, "Why didn't I think of this earlier? Aren't I the most sensitive to these things? How could I be so stupid, letting Grandpa Yonah suffer for so long? I'm such an idiot. I should've gotten rid of it sooner!"Philip muttered to himself as he tightly gripped Aria's hand. "Aria, don't go to the Furler family just yet. Let's go to my house first."At his words, the people around the dining table exchanged glances. Fergus and Leon locked eyes, their brows furrowing deeply.From Philip's account, it was clear that Yonah had been drinking some kind of tonic for years. But this so-called "tonic" wasn't medicine at all—it was blood.And it had been happening since before Philip even started middle school, so many years ago.It could only mean that the seemingly harmless Yonah was actually someone or something else.Yonah had been possessed all this time, and none of them noticed.To pull this off, someone would need to perfectly mimic Yonah's mannerisms and behavio
Those who witnessed the situation all said that Yonah pampered Philip. On the surface, it seemed like he had truly been "spoiled" by Yonah throughout his life.Yonah never pressured him to be like Kenny. He was free to do whatever he wanted, and his studies didn't matter. But wasn't this just another form of neglect? To Yonah, he was expendable.That was why Philip was so drawn to bars and street racing—anything that offered a thrill. Since Kenny was the exceptional one, he figured Kenny could take charge. He would just play the flashy second-generation heir, hoping Yonah would feel more at ease with him.Why was Philip like this? Because, at times, he still felt warmth from Yonah. But recently, that warmth had completely disappeared. And then, there was the incident he witnessed this time.Certain memories surfaced from the deepest corners of his mind, repeating themselves over and over. He couldn't even tell if they were memories anymore.Every night, he had the same dream. The
Philip looked tortured, his hands clutching his head, his eyes red and swollen.Perhaps it had something to do with his broken family and losing his mother too early. Because of this, Philip placed immense value on his family.Growing up, Kenny was always better than him. Jack had always been proud of Kenny. Only Yonah treated him with unconditional kindness.When he was a child, Yonah often said, "My good grandson, you don't need to be exceptional—just be healthy in the future."Philip vividly remembered a time when he had a high fever. Jack wouldn't even bother to care for him, and the household staff kept their distance. The doctor recommended isolation because the fever was caused by a highly contagious and dangerous bacterial infection.But Yonah stayed with him the entire time, patting his shoulder and telling him stories."My good grandson, don't be afraid. I'm here with you. You'll be fine. You'll get better. Tell me what you want to eat."Philip couldn't believe that su
They only believed others were worth helping if there was something to gain.The last time, the crow and Landon witnessed an elderly man fall. A passing student helped him up, even calling an ambulance, concerned for his well-being.However, when the elderly man's family arrived, they insisted the student stay, demanding to know if the man had fallen because he was bumped into. The student initially believed that everything would be cleared up once the old man regained consciousness.But no one expected that when the man opened his eyes, he nodded and firmly claimed that someone had indeed bumped into him, causing him to fall.As a result, the student not only lost his time but also had to prove that he wasn't responsible for the fall. The complexity of the situation was beyond imagination.They said that heaven was blind, but perhaps it wasn't—maybe heaven's eyes were open, and human actions shaped the world. Eventually, even heaven might grow disappointed.The crow flapped its
"Oh?" Landon's expression remained indifferent, clearly unconvinced by Aria's words.Her credibility with him was low. Back on the mountain, she had claimed she wasn't interested in the sect across from them, yet in the end, she still ended up in his backyard.Landon knew he shouldn't carry that kind of emotion with him, but sometimes, it was inevitable. As his past memories grew clearer, he found himself wanting her to look at him—and only him.A man like Landon was like lava flowing from a mountain—calm on the surface, but beneath, a constant simmer. His deep eyes, impeccably tailored suit, and red rosary bracelet on his wrist drew attention, projecting a cold, ascetic aura. No one could guess what he was thinking.But the truth was, someone as burdened with karma as he was couldn't escape being affected by those he cared about. Once he became attached, his possessiveness grew stronger than anyone else's.Simon could sense the change in him. Upon meeting Landon for the first t
If Percy were here, his reactions would have been even more exaggerated.Everyone in the family had a protective streak when it came to Aria. Even Stephen, who wasn't keen on seeing her marry so early, believed that a man like Landon was indeed worthy of Aria."Ms. Carver specifically mentioned to me that Mr. York's stomach handles noodles better," Stephen said warmly as he placed a bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of Landon.Aria, mid-bite of her braised pork, froze momentarily upon hearing this.Landon turned his gaze toward her, his voice calm but probing. "You specifically told Mr. Warsaw that?"Aria glanced between Stephen and Landon before nodding. "Of course, I mentioned it." Whether or not it was "specific" was up for interpretation, and she decided to let Stephen manage that narrative.A faint smile tugged at the corners of Landon's lips, and he murmured just loud enough for her to hear, "At least you still have some heart."Stephen chuckled knowingly. He understood
Aria didn't notice the subtle shift in Philip's expression. The influx of information was overwhelming, and she needed a moment to sort through it.Philip being possessed wasn't a surprise to her, but Ashton's behavior left her unsettled and full of questions."Leon, contact Ignatius and let him know you're taking me to visit the Furler family," she instructed.Philip immediately grasped her intent. He lowered his head, appearing calm, yet a shadow of unease lingered as though he was hiding something."Now or tonight?" Leon asked.Aria wanted to go right away but noticed Philip's apprehension. "Tonight is fine," she conceded.Assuming Philip was still shaken, Leon instructed, "Mr. Warsaw, arrange for Philip to get some rest."Stephen entered the room carrying a tray of tea. "Leon, no need to worry. Mr. Wagner's room has already been prepared; it's right next to yours."Turning to Aria, Stephen added, "Ms. Carver, you've been busy all day. Please, have some tea. The kitchen has
Tobias had always said Aria was a once-in-a-millennium prodigy in spiritual cultivation, but Leon's ability to effortlessly channel the power of the Five Emperor Coins was both baffling and unsettling.Although Aria had marked the coin with her imprint to serve as a protective charm for Leon, the outcome had far surpassed her expectations.Because he was her relative, Aria had attempted to deduce more about him based on his facial features, but nothing came to her.As she touched the now-charred coin, the lingering heat revealed the intensity of the force that had been exerted upon it.No one knew what exactly had happened.Aria didn't believe Leon was lying to her. He truly didn't understand these matters and had his own dreams and ambitions. Perhaps it was from his past life unless the Leon in this life had tapped into the power of the Five Emperor Coins.Ever since her experience in the manifestation, Aria had been driven by an urge to uncover more about the Carver family's