(This Chapter cassian is the one from house valcriox)
Kassian Valcriox disliked uncertainty.
Politics could be predicted. Nobles could be manipulated. Armies could be asured.
But the reports arriving from the north no longer made sense.
And that bothered him more than he cared to admit.
The upper study of House Valcriox remained quiet beneath dim candlelight while stacks of northern reports covered nearly half the large wooden desk before him.
Steam engines.
Mass steel production.
Rifles capable of impossible range.
Cannons destroying beast tides.
Every new report sounded more absurd than the last.
Kassian reread one docunt again slowly.
rchant Statent
"The northern fortress now operates machines powered by boiling water."
He lowered the paper.
"...What does that even an?"
No one in the room answered.
Because nobody understood it either.
An intelligence officer standing nearby carefully cleared his throat.
"Our agents attempted observing the machinery directly, Lord Kassian."
"And?"
The man hesitated.
"They were unable to approach the inner industrial district."
Kassian’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"Unable?"
"The workers noticed outsiders almost imdiately. Security throughout Elarion has increased significantly since winter."
Of course it had.
Lucien was cautious by nature.
But this level of secrecy only worsened the problem.
Kassian stood afterward before walking toward the massive window overlooking the Valcriox estate gardens below.
The capital remained peaceful tonight.
Warm lantern lights. Music from distant noble gatherings. Servants moving quietly through marble courtyards.
anwhile far north beyond the mountains
Lucien was apparently building a civilization no one in the south fully understood.
That was the problem.
Not rely the weapons.
Not rely the factories.
The uncertainty.
Kassian could not determine:
what Lucien intended,
how advanced Elarion truly was,
or where all this rapid growth would end.
And for a noble house like Valcriox—
Sothing unknown was dangerous by default.
Another report was handed to him quietly.
Kassian accepted it absentmindedly before reading.
Then frowned imdiately.
Northern Military Activity
"Rifle formations observed training daily."
"New firing thods recorded."
"Smoke during firing significantly reduced."
"Several witnesses report hearing continuous industrial activity throughout the night."
Kassian rubbed his forehead slowly.
Reduced smoke?
How?
Even the flintlock prototypes House Valcriox currently produced filled entire firing fields with powder smoke.
Yet Lucien sohow improved beyond that already?
It didn’t make sense.
Nothing about the north made sense anymore.
Lady Seraphine entered the study shortly afterward carrying additional correspondence beneath one arm.
"You’re still reading northern reports?"
Kassian laughed softly without humor.
"They multiply faster than I finish them."
She stepped beside the desk before glancing across the scattered docunts.
"...That bad?"
Kassian handed her one report silently.
Seraphine read it carefully.
Then looked up.
"Steam-driven production lines?"
"I do not even know what that ans anymore."
That answer surprised her slightly.
Kassian rarely admitted confusion openly.
Which only emphasized how serious the situation had beco.
He returned to his chair afterward while staring toward the northern section of the kingdom map hanging nearby.
"When Lucien was exiled north, what did everyone expect?"
Seraphine answered easily.
"A struggling territory. Slow recovery at best."
"Yes and I thought the sa too"
Kassian’s gaze remained fixed on the map.
"Instead he industrialized a frozen wasteland in barely over a year,so much preparation,agreents,promises to get this position while he develops a barren territory like nothing happened"
The room quieted slightly.
Because spoken aloud—
It sounded even more absurd.
The heir of House Valcriox leaned back slowly afterward.
"At first I thought the reports exaggerated."
"That would have been comforting."
"Yes."
Kassian tapped several docunts lightly.
"But every rchant says the sa thing now."
Factories. Steel. Machines. Military drills.
Not rumors anymore.
Patterns.
And patterns worried him.
Because House Valcriox specialized in recognizing threats before others noticed them.
Unfortunately—
Kassian still couldn’t tell whether Lucien himself was becoming a threat.
Or simply building sothing beyond everyone’s understanding.
A knock interrupted the study quietly.
"Enter."
Another intelligence courier stepped inside before kneeling respectfully.
"My lord. Additional trade reports from the northern routes."
Kassian accepted them imdiately.
Then froze while reading the first page.
Witness Testimony
"The roads near Elarion are now reinforced with stone"
"Workers operate through the night."
"The northern people speak of Lord Lucien with complete loyalty."
Another line followed beneath.
"No lord should be able to change territory this quickly."
Kassian stared at that sentence silently.
Then slowly exhaled.
Exactly.
That was precisely the issue.
He could no longer asure Lucien normally.
Military strength could be estimated. Political influence could be calculated.
But technological growth?
Industrialization?
The north was evolving too fast.
And Kassian hated not understanding the direction things were moving.
Seraphine watched him carefully.
"You’re worried."
"Yes."
"About Lucien coming back for revenge?"
Kassian remained silent briefly before answering.
"About what happens if nobody understands what he’s building until it’s too late."
That line settled heavily across the room.
Because deep down—
Everyone here felt the sa unease.
Not fear exactly.
Sothing stranger.
Like watching history shift while standing too far away to stop it.
Kassian suddenly stood afterward.
The movent surprised even Seraphine slightly.
"What are you planning?"
He walked toward the fireplace slowly while thinking.
"If the reports continue like this, eventually the family council will interfere blindly."
"That would be dangerous."
"Yes."
House Valcriox elders already distrusted Elarion’s rapid rise.
So believed Lucien should be recalled imdiately. Others wanted tighter oversight. A few simply wanted the north divided again before it beca too powerful.
But none of them truly understood the situation either.
And that worried kassian the most.
Because people made terrible decisions when dealing with things they didn’t understand.
Finally he spoke quietly:
"We need soone to see Elarion directly."
Seraphine frowned slightly.
"A new investigator?"
"Soone competent."
A pause.
"Soone who can determine what exactly Lucien is doing."
"And if they cannot?"
Kassian looked toward the northern territories on the map again.
Then answered honestly:
"...Then we bring Lucien back south before this grows even further beyond our control."
The room fell silent afterward.
Not because the idea sounded impossible.
But because everyone already suspected one truth:
Lucien probably would not return willingly anymore.
Far beyond the southern capital, Elarion’s factories continued burning through the night while steam engines roared beneath the frozen northern skies.
And sitting inside the quiet Valcriox study—
Kassian realized sothing unsettling.
For the first ti in years—
He genuinely could not see where the future was heading anymore.
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