From MC's Perspective:
A few hours later, the silver streak of the superfast train ca gliding into the station, its sleek body reflecting the light from the towering buildings surrounding the platform.
This station, nestled at the heart of the Main City, was nothing short of colossal, sprawling with interconnected railway tracks that extended like veins throughout both the outer and inner cities. It pulsed with life, a hub of constant movent and sound.
As the train hissed to a stop, a low rumble coursed through the station. Passengers stirred from their seats, gathering their belongings in the familiar rush to disembark. I waited a mont, watching the flow of people, before stepping into the aisle. The doors slid open with a faint hiss, and I followed the steady stream toward the exit.
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The mont my feet touched the polished stone platform, a sense of arrival settled in. A slow smile crept across my face as I glanced around, taking in the sights of the bustling station. Crowds moved with purpose, their voices rging into a constant hum. A mix of travelers, rchants, and workers hurried along, each engaged in their own world of business.
I fell into step with the crowd, my eyes scanning the intricate architecture of the station as we made our way toward the exit.
The heavy iron doors gave way to the outside world, and as I crossed the threshold, a subtle shift in the atmosphere washed over . The air was different here—thicker, charged with sothing potent. Mana.
The sheer concentration of it in the air was unmistakable, far more potent than what I was used to back in the Capital. It clung to the environnt, flowing through the streets, seeping into everything around . I felt a slight pressure in my chest as my body began to acclimate to the rich, unrefined magic coursing through the city.
I paused for a mont, glancing upward at the clear sky, half expecting to see air vehicles darting through the clouds. But there was nothing. Not a single one. The thought struck as odd—back in the Capital, the sky was always alive with flying transports, zipping back and forth like birds. Here, though, the skies were empty. A pang of curiosity tugged at .
Perhaps air travel was more restricted here, or only accessible to a select few. The difference intrigued .
Continuing down the street, I found myself in a busy comrcial area, flanked by rows of shops and inns. Signs in vibrant colors advertised everything from potions to enchanted artifacts. The street itself was a patchwork of stone, each step sending a faint pulse of mana through my feet, as if the very ground was imbued with magical energy.
As I scanned the various inns, one caught my eye. It was modest, tucked between a potion shop and a bakery, its wooden sign swaying gently in the breeze. I took a step toward it, only to be interrupted by a sudden chi in my mind.
[Ding! Warning]
[Host is being spied on by unknown wizards]
The voice in my head was chanical, emotionless, yet its ssage was anything but trivial. My eyes narrowed for a brief mont. Spied on? Of course. I had been expecting them, though perhaps not this soon. I let the information settle, masking my thoughts behind a calm façade.
Without breaking stride, I ignored the warning and continued toward the inn. Let them watch, for now.
On the other hand, Don Blaire's n had already spotted their target, tracking the figure as it moved steadily toward the nearest inn. They exchanged subtle glances, a collective sigh of relief passing between them. It was a good sign. Their mission would be much easier with the target contained in one location.
Chasing him through the city streets was the last thing they wanted. Now, they could finally relax—at least for the mont. All they had to do was keep watch until their young master arrived with the Advanced-level Wizards in tow. With that kind of firepower, there was no way the target could escape their grasp.
anwhile, I reached the entrance of a well-built inn, its stone façade standing out among the surrounding shops. The wooden beams above the doorway were intricately carved, and the warm glow from the windows spilled out onto the cobbled street, inviting weary travelers inside.
I stepped through the door, the scent of roasted ats and fresh bread mingling with the faint hum of conversation. The inn's common room was lively, with patrons dining at long wooden tables, mugs clinking together as they shared tales of the road.
I took in the scene briefly before making my way toward the desk at the far side of the room. The innkeeper, a middle-aged man with a graying beard, looked up as I approached.
"Good evening," I said, my voice steady as I inquired about available rooms. His eyes flicked up and down, sizing up before offering a nod and checking the ledger in front of him. As he did, I allowed myself a mont of reprieve, glancing around the room, but keeping my senses alert for anything unusual.
Unbeknownst to Vincent, Don Blaire had already received word from his n. They had been watching from the shadows, monitoring my every move. The mont they confird I had chosen an inn, a ssage was sent to Don.
The news sparked imdiate action. Don Blaire wasted no ti, leaving the opulent estate he had been staying at in the heart of the Main City. His eyes glead with cold determination as he ordered his carriage prepared.
Alongside him were two of his family's most trusted enforcers—Level-8 Wizards. These were no ordinary guards; they were seasoned Advanced-level Wizards, each with years of experience and deadly skill at their disposal.
Their loyalty to the Blaire Clan was unshakable, and their power was undeniable. With these two by his side, Don was confident that the stranger—no matter how cunning or powerful—would have no chance of escape.
The carriage rolled through the cobbled streets, its iron wheels cutting through the quiet of the night. Don's anticipation grew with every passing mont. His grip tightened around the silvered hilt of the dagger strapped to his belt, a symbol of his resolve.
Tonight, he would capture the one who had dared to cross him, and with the two Level-8 Wizards by his side, there would be no escape, no second chances. The inn was just up ahead, its lights flickering like a beacon in the distance. The trap was set. All that was left was to spring it.
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anwhile, after stepping into the room, I took a quick glance around. It was modest—barely spacious enough to accommodate the bed, a small table, and a wardrobe tucked against the far wall. The wooden beams creaked faintly underfoot, and the air had the faint scent of incense. It wasn't luxurious, but it would do for the night.
Wasting no ti, I activated the system, silently commanding it to scan the room for any hidden devices. A translucent interface flickered to life in my vision as the system ran a thorough probe. The results ca back clean, confirming there were no spying devices or magical imprints hidden within the room. Satisfied, I took a deep breath and moved toward the washroom.
As soon as I stepped inside, the air around shifted. The room's stone walls seed to ripple for a mont before I vanished from the inn altogether, reappearing inside the grand hall of the Gregor Mansion. The contrast was stark—where the inn room had been cramped and quiet, the mansion was vast, with towering ceilings and polished floors that glead under the soft glow of enchanted chandeliers.
My eyes flickered as I took in my surroundings, thoughts already shifting to the pressing matter at hand. Don Blaire. I had little doubt he was making his way here, likely thinking he could corner with brute force. But there was still a part of that hoped he would act rationally—perhaps we could settle this without conflict. Though I doubted it.
I exhaled, pushing the thoughts aside. There would be ti to worry about Don soon enough. For now, my focus needed to be on the next steps. If I could resolve this situation quickly, I could finally move forward with my plans, head to the Headquarters, and begin the next phase. But first, I had to deal with the imdiate threat.
I turned, crossing the grand hall and heading toward the control room. The Gregor Mansion was more than just a hideaway—it was my stronghold.
Once inside the control room, I settled into the leather-bound chair, the familiar hum of the machinery around a welco comfort. The room was filled with a series of glowing panels, each connected to a different part of the mansion, allowing to monitor the premises and beyond.
I leaned forward, my eyes focused on the large control mirror mounted on the wall in front of . It shimred as it activated, providing a real-ti view of the inn. My fingers brushed over the console, adjusting the zoom, scanning for any signs of Don or his enforcers.
Ti was ticking, and I could feel the weight of the upcoming confrontation pressing down on . But for now, I had the advantage. And I intended to use it.
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