Free Web NovelChapter 27: It’s always easier and faster to destroy than to create
After the prayers at the grave, Lucian returned to the academy dormitory-the elite Residence.
They were divided into two: the first was simple for all classes except S, while the second was elite and the best for the S-class elite, creating a hierarchy - us and them.
But of course, Lucian wasn’t interested in that at all; only one person was on his mind, along with one main question: Had Ruthless really died, or was it a setup?
’It’s hard for me to believe he died because he was far from stupid... But everyone says they personally saw him crushed by the stone and that there was blood there.’
’What a ridiculous and absurd death....’ - he thought as he entered the dormitory.
He immediately went up to the second floor via the stairs, heading to his room, number 28.
’But it bothers me that I couldn’t personally see the body; essentially, it can’t be ruled out that he is dead.’
’But if he isn’t dead, I’m ready to guarantee that I wasn’t his ally... I specifically sought out his plan and used it to bring him down.’
’In that case, I’ll have to be careful and always be ready to take a hit... But first and foremost, I must find out if he really died or not.’
Thinking and analyzing these rapidly unfolding events, he wanted to adapt his strategy for the patriarchy depending on whether Ruthless was dead or not.
Lucian placed his key on a small nightstand meant for homework, but instead of textbooks, it held papers regarding investigations into people and the takeover of the patriarchy.
’Before his death, I wanted to find information about his life, but to my surprise, I found nothing—only rumors that his parents died at the hands of demons and he survived in the forest until he met the Syoga city guards.’
’In that case, should I believe it? Of course not. It’s too stupid-parents dying and the boy surviving. Even theoretically, he wouldn’t have been able to survive, even with such an intellect.’
Lucian sat on a chair made from the wood of the very rare "Rominog" oak, which didn’t even melt in lava but maintained its resilience.
He was the only one on the entire continent who had such a chair, not counting the Queen-his sister.
He took the scattered papers and organized them neatly; apparently, he had had so much on his mind before that he hadn’t been able to put them in the proper order.
He pulled out the most important paper, the one sitting in the center of the nightstand, and began reading it all over again to ensure he hadn’t forgotten anything.
<<Name and Surname: Celestia Fontaine Gender: Girl
Age: 17
Height: 1.69
Strengths: Sword fighting, crushing power, status, and strength
Vulnerabilities: Mentally vulnerable to manipulation, sensitive
Dependencies: Recognition
Description: This individual has never received recognition or positive emotions, yet has learned to suppress them. Through research, I discovered she enjoys reading harem and romance novels, as well as books on martial arts. From observation, she constantly tries to avoid encountering her sister-the Queen of this country-and especially fears having those books discovered. Summary: Ideal in combat, psychologically weak>>
’Well then, Celestia, you also play a key role in the takeover; your arrival on our continent has given my strategy a powerful boost.’ Saying these words, he picked up a pen and a sheet of paper made from the same rare "Rominog" oak and began to write:
<<A commotion will soon begin at the academy, followed by the festival. I have instructed the maid, and she possesses the blood of a certain deceased individual. Bring a second-class demon to Syoga; I have great need of it. If my sister, her majesty the Queen, asks, say that your brother decided to provide a gift to the academy as a replacement for a sword. But be careful!>>
After finishing the letter, he simply put the pen back and set the paper aside.
"Alina, come in!" he called out in a somewhat loud voice. The door opened, and a girl in a maid’s outfit entered.
She bowed first, then raised her head and asked:
"Did you call for me, master?" Her eyes remained completely closed, as if she were performing a gesture of absolute submission.
"Yes. You know Valerian Sterling is dead. She was the deputy head... It is a pity she died, of course, but we are short on time. Therefore, you will now be the deputy head of our organization," Lucian said without even looking at Alina; he simply sat there, staring down.
"I thank you, master, for such trust. I will certainly do everything in my power," she replied, bowing once more.
"But master, why are you sad, as if there is darkness within you?" she asked.
’If her eyes are closed, how did she even see that I’m sad at all?’
"I’ve had darkness inside me almost always..."
The keyword was "almost." This meant that Lucian was not always like this.
"But unfortunately, your sister doesn’t have such darkness inside her yet..." she replied, while her eyes still remained closed.
"Don’t worry. If there is no darkness, it can be created. Light requires an energy source, while darkness is merely the absence of light. This means if the source is destroyed, the light will vanish. And you know that it’s always easier and faster to destroy than to create," he said, looking at Alina with a soft smile for the first time during the entire conversation.
"You’re right," she answered briefly and quickly.
After that, he took another paper and began to read, and after a short time of silence, where only the ticking of the clock and the rustling of the rain-which still hadn’t stopped-could be heard, Lucian began to speak:
"Many coincidences, don’t you find?" he asked Alina.
"Coincidences do not exist," she replied, without even answering the question itself.
Lucian put the paper back in its place and sighed deeply.
"Exactly. Ruthless, who dies in a ridiculous way where a stone falls from the sky, and plus the ancient sword itself has disappeared... My gut tells me he’s not dead," he said, rising from the chair and heading toward the bed.
"I think so too, that it was Ruthless’s own plan," she said.
"Now, here I’m not sure; he is a nobody in this world in terms of power, and especially since he’s a guy. So I doubt it was his plan," he said and began changing into nightclothes.
Alina remained silent.
"Anyway, there’s a paper on my nightstand with a letter written on it. Deliver it to the right person; you know who she is."
"Of course I know."
"And be careful," he warned her.
"Don’t worry, everything will be delivered successfully and no one will find out about it," she replied, indicating that she was a professional.
Although Lucian knew that, it was still worth warning her-you never know.
"Fine, then I trust this to you. You may go," saying these words, he lay down on the bed closest to the window.
Falling asleep to the sound of rain was a priceless moment; it gave a very beautiful feeling, and therefore, wanting to enjoy this, Lucian wanted to fall asleep as quickly as possible.
"Fine," she said, taking the paper and immediately leaving, closing the door, and only Lucian himself remained in this beautiful darkness.
Next day morning, Residence.
Lucian woke up early today, around 7 a.m.; there were reasons for this, and so he began to change clothes and immediately started thinking and analyzing the whole situation and his plans again.
’I think Alina is already on her way, delivering that letter to the right person... I hope she arrives well and safely.’
It might have seemed that Lucian was worried about Alina, but it was the envelope itself that concerned him, because it contained information, and if it fell into the hands of someone with a fair amount of brains, a catastrophe could be expected. And Lucian absolutely could not allow his plan to seize the continent to be ruined right now.
As he himself had said: "Destroying is faster and easier than creating."
After this bit of analysis, he went outside.
The street was cool; after yesterday’s rain, one could feel how harmony returns to you after sadness. Lucian headed toward the Gates of Syoga, located by the Church of Saint Solonda, where he had gone once yesterday for the farewell.
After he arrived, he entered the church and saw a figure. He also saw her simply standing and looking at a statue that was distorted, but it was a different statue from the one they had stood before earlier.
"Hm, I thought you had actually come, nun..." Lucian said with a smile on his face.
"And you thought I wouldn’t?" she said without even turning around, though only her blue hair was visible.
