Athena's General Reincarnated in Another World

213 – The Young Duchess and the Darkness

Chapter 213 - The Young Duchess and the Darkness

Chloe Evenhart:

Weeks went by, and nothing happened. The third assassin remained in hiding, and we were beginning to consider the possibility that he had retreated, though we never let our guard down. We were allowed to leave the academy during the week, pretending to be more relaxed to try and lure him out, but still, nothing happened. We knew Nathan was the target, so he would walk around the city alone after classes, hoping to expose the assassin.

I felt relieved that things were finally beginning to calm down. Soon, we would be returning to the castle for the holidays. Yet, something else was making me incredibly nervous.

As we sat in the middle of a theory class, I could barely focus. The Day of Chocolate was approaching, and just thinking about it made me restless. This week, I went out and bought the chocolate I'd give Nate, but every time I touched my storage bracelet, I feared I’d accidentally pull out the chocolate too soon.

A quiet giggle escaped me.

The Day of Chocolate is a special time at school when girls with romantic feelings confess to the boys they like. The break afterward makes it easier, as they spend a month apart, avoiding any embarrassment.

I couldn’t help but laugh again, amused by the irony. And on top of that, I’ll be spending two days in a carriage with him until we reach the Royal Capital to take the underground transport.

A sliver of fear crept in as I considered him rejecting me.

“Nate likes me… I think. He always gets shy when I hug him…” I murmured, realizing, a little too late, that I’d nearly spoken aloud in class.

On reflex, I slapped my hands over my mouth.

I closed my eyes, trying to empty my mind. Instead, thoughts about the future started to creep in.

Another quiet laugh bubbled up.

I realized, once again, that I’d completely drifted off from the lesson to think about Nate.

Suddenly, my face heated up in embarrassment.

My cheeks burned even more just thinking about it.

The idea was so ridiculous that I let out a big laugh, quickly ducking my head to avoid anyone noticing my outburst.

Nikolaus Wolves:

Weeks had passed, and all I got in return was the damn silence.

I threw the documents that had been scattered across the table onto the floor. My hands began to shake. I quickly moved back to the table, grabbing a bottle of liquor.

Taking a long swig, I felt the bitter taste burn down my throat, and I sat down again, gnawing on my nails incessantly. I knew the weight of the crime I’d committed, but the worst part was the silence. No one had contacted me. I had no idea what had happened.

"Nathan Evenhart isn’t dead... If he had died, every noble in the duchy would have been informed," I muttered, pacing back and forth, trying to analyze the situation.

Outside, a storm was raging, the rain pelting the windows.

I threw the bottle to the floor in a fit of rage.

"Damn it!" I shouted, kicking the chair with all my strength.

"I can’t even send a damn letter to anyone in Apsalon asking if a noble had shown up dead recently—everyone would be suspicious!" I picked up the chair from the ground and sat down, struggling to contain my anger.

I tried to plot my next steps, but my mind was a whirlwind of uncertainties.

“Curse this storm!” I said, looking out at the lightning slicing through the sky.

I thought of the possibilities.

“Either they gave up on completing the contract... or they failed…” The thought crept in, unsettling.

“How could those assassins have failed?”

Other possibilities started swirling in my mind as I tried to deduce what might have happened.

I put my hand over my face and sighed.

“Damn it!” I shouted, ripping off my coat. It was cold, but nerves had me sweating non-stop.

“No. There’s no way they could have helped. They’re important figures in the duchy and stay close to the duchess. Besides, Apsalon has strict limits on how many guards a political noble can keep there, so as not to offend the honor and peace of the place.” I murmured, trying to reason.

That city is the safest there is, with zero crime rate. After all, no one wants to be a criminal hunted by the three realms. That’s why my plan to act in Apsalon might seem risky, but the city’s reputation encourages political nobles to walk around without being surrounded by guards and to live normally like any other citizen.

I weighed everything I knew until the most obvious answer hit me, and I let out a bitter laugh.

"Received help! That damn place has so many powerful mages. If the assassins failed and were defeated, it’s because they received aid from some powerful mage. If that’s the case, I’m screwed… although, from what Quinn told me, he’d stay somewhere far from the abduction site to avoid even the slightest suspicion. Only he knows I hired him. Even if the abduction failed and his team died… he would… vanish."

I felt a slight relief.

"Then, I'll have to go with the second option. I’ll propose to the duchess that she allows me to father a child with Chloe Evenhart."

I began pacing, thoughts racing through my mind.

"I’ll need to stay under the radar for at least a year to avoid suspicion about my sudden closeness. But I can use that time to my advantage. Continue my image as the good guy. Instead of just supplying information about gangs, I could even send my own men to deal with them. Show initiative. Maybe even forge an operation against crime to showcase my effectiveness."

A smile crept across my face. "At the same time, I’ll invest a fortune in strengthening organized crime. Yes… the more damaged this duchy becomes, the more I appear as its savior."

The idea gleamed in my mind.

"I can try to win the hearts of the people while simultaneously damaging the duchess’s image. Then, I’ll swoop in as the noble knight, rallying the people to support her. That’s it! I can even seal a peace deal by proposing a union, suggesting the duchess allow me to father her daughter’s child, tying us together. But I must do it in a way that earns their trust."

It was a solid plan. But the recent failure loomed over me.

I gathered the scattered documents from the floor, and there, ironically, was an image of the boy himself—a black-and-white photo of Nathan Evenhart at just ten years old.

I looked at a painting hanging on the wall, my own portrait. In a fit of rage, I threw it to the ground and used my earth magic to break open a hidden compartment in the wall. Desperation clawed at me. This was my last hope.

"There you are..." I muttered, retrieving the carefully wrapped object.

Unwrapping it, I stared at the black, glassy stone, resembling a piece of coal.

"I need your help..." I said, staring at the stone.

"My friend with eyes that shine in the darkness, give me your guidance. Everything I’ve done since I bought you from that merchant has worked. The money I made in the underworld, manipulating nobles to form my faction, taking advantage of the lack of male heirs after the war. You promised to help me conquer the duchy if I followed your instructions. Dark light... speak to me, please."

The stone, silent for so long, finally responded. Two red lights appeared on its surface.

"You’ve answered me! Finally!" I exclaimed, looking at it.

The red eyes stared back at me, unblinking.

"Norse..." whispered the voice. "Hold on just a bit longer... When the great conflict arises… you will play a vital role in your kingdom... just like the other chosen ones."