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Lira’s heart ached for him.
She tugged his arm and stepped backward, pulling him toward the bed.
Nael glanced at her then quickly dropped his eyes. “…I’ll disturb your sleep p>
Lyra said nothing, only pulled him insistently toward the mattress.
Nael bent slowly, still searching for excuses.
“I haven’t changed my clothes p>
Lyra flipped back the covers and patted the pillow, telling him it did not matter.
Nael bit his lower lip and finally lay down.
Lyra nestled close, cupping the back of his head and running her fingers gently through his hair.
She typed, “Get some rest p>
Nael turned his eyes toward her. “What about you p>
Lyra lay on her side beside his head. “I’m right here with you p>
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Suddenly, Nael rolled over and wrapped his arms tight around her waist, fists clutching the thin, smooth fabric of her nightgown. He buried his face deep against her chest.
Vulnerable as a hurting child, he clung desperately to the warmth she offered.
Feeling his scorching breath against her chest, Lyra stiffened briefly. But she soon relaxed and gently stroked the back of his head.
She checked the time – still hours before dawn.
Sometime later, Nael fell into heavy sleep.
Lyra drifted in a half – daze until her internal clock roused her.
She had duties waiting.
So Lyra carefully sat up and prepared to leave.
Her novement halted; Nael’s unconscious grip still held her clothing.
She leaned back to free the fabric carefully from his fingers.
A low, hoarse you e reached her. Are you leaving p>
She turned. He was awake, watching her from the bed.
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Lyra’s lips curved softly. “Yes. I still have to go to Black Spire and the treatment center.
“Stay asleep. Don’t mind me p>
Nael’s eyelids drooped, his tone faint and distant. “…I’m sorry for disturbing you last night p>
Lyra brushed her palm across his cheek and pulled her hand away.
“No apologies needed. Didn’t you say I’m your family? This is what family does p>
“What about your breakfast?” Nael asked.
Lyra gave a faint, wry smile. Even now, he worried over small things.
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“I feel like something different today. Don’t worry about it. I’m leaving now. Wait for me to come back p>
Nael’s fingers curled around her pillow.
He nodded softly. “Alright p>
Lyra gave him one last look, then hurried off to wash and dress.
After she left, Nael opened his eyes.
He lay in her bed, her warmth lingering on the sheets and pillow. That familiar scent wrapped around him, bringing him a rare sense of peace.
That morning, Lyra wasted no extra time. She completed quick purification work for the Sentinels at Black Spire and headed straight home.
Stepping inside, she spotted a figure at the kitchen counter, back turned toward her, an apron tied around his waist as he experimented with something to cook.
For a split second, Lyra mistook him for Hadrien.
At her entrance, Nael spun around and walked over fast.
“You’re back late. Are you worn out? ”
He stopped in front of her, eyes full of concern.
Lyra scanned his face, then shook her head.
She nodded toward the kitchen. “What are you making? ”
Nael took her hands and gently massaged her palms.
“I found dessert recipes online. I wanted to make them for you”
Lyra nodded, curious. Til go shower and change first.
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“Okay p>
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her way upstairs, she passed a household robot carrying piles of fabric, apparently preparing to fold and store laundry.
The patterns and material looked like linens from her own bedroom.
Entering her room, she saw Nael had tidied everything up and replaced all her bed linens.
Lyra looked away.
She did not mind–they were close enough now–yet guilt tugged at her. He was still grieving his father, and still going out of his way to tend to her space.
Later, Nael moved to clean the dishes.
Watching his quiet back, Lyra stepped forward and pulled him aside, letting the robot finish the cleanup.
Nael stared, surprised, as she led him over to wash his hands.
Lyra typed, “Since his passing must stay secret, what will you do about the funeral p>
Nael’s gaze fell.
Lyra pressed, “Aren’t you supposed to arrange it p>
“He was first the Federation prime minister, only then my father.” A bitter smile touched his mouth.
Lyra frowned, watching him.
Nael did not wish to dwell on the subject and steered her toward the stairs.
“You have duties tomorrow. You ought to rest p>
Lyra caught hold of him. “Do you want to hold one p>
Nacl shook his head.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. He simply wasn’t qualified.
Duty to the Federation came before family, just as he had said.
The next morning, Lyra told him to rest at home. Still, he insisted on accompanying her out.
Unable to dissuade him, she let him come along.
While she performed purification for Sentinels that afternoon, Nael shared grave news–open war ha broken out between the Federation and rebel forces.
To strike before the rebels gained further advantage, elections for a new prime minister would be held within days.
Senior Federation otheals and key representatives would cast the votes behind closed doors
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Results would be announced publicly once the situation stabilized.
yra
a drew a deep breath, silently praying for Hadrien’s safety.
When their work finished, they traveled to Black Spire as usual.
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There, Lyra spotted Yoren. He stood outside Marcel’s small cell window, seemingly deep in conversation.
At their footsteps, both brothers turned.
Two handsome, noble faces–Yoren calm and reserved, Marcel bright and bold.
‘Ms. Kaelin,” Yoren greeted her first.
Lyra nodded. “Mr. Silk p>
Seeing that they appeared to be in the middle of a private talk, she gestured toward the hallway. “Shall we come back later? ”
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Yaren shook his head. “No need. Please go about your business p>
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Lyra skipped the formalities. She unlocked everyone else’s windows, played with the spirit animals, and quietly carried out purifications all at once.
Yoren noticed that his brother’s spirit animal also jumped out with practiced ease and voluntarily went to a spot near Lyra.
Its tiny frame looked minuscule next to all the other far–larger spirit animals.
Still, Lyra spotted it. She held out her hand in easy familiarity.
The small cobalt–blue jumping spider hopped across the space and landed gently on her palm.
Lyra tucked her hair behind her ear, perched the little creature near its base, then continued playing with the other sweet, lively spirit animals.
Perched atop her head lay a ferret.
The creature sprawled loosely, tiny front paws tangling clumsily in Lyra’s bangs as if braiding random knots into her hair.
A crow settled on her left shoulder, and a bright–red betta fish floated on her right.
Lyra herself sat atop the massive head of the crocodile, using a pen to doodle on the white patches of the
orca.
The orca twitched, tickled by the contact. Its tooth–filled jaws parted, and a thick pink tongue poked out in a silly, playful gesture.
Nearby, the hyena subtly shoved its hips against a dhole and a pale–gray lynx.
The easy – going dhole yielded ground without protest.
The lynx held its position, icy pale–green eyes slitting to shoot the hyena a cold sideways glare.
The hyena wrinkled its muzzle, baring sharp canine teeth in a clear threat display.
Lyra never glanced down. She gave the hyena a firm nudge away with her foot, drew the dhole safely back toward herself, and shot a sharp sideways glance.
The hyena dropped its hostile posture. It hunched its hind legs in a pitiful show of submission and pressed its muzzle against her thigh.
Out of Lyra’s line of sight, its eyes still burned with open resentment toward its rivals.
Most of the other spin animals knew better. Guided by their owners‘ inner awareness, they yielded their turn once enough time had passed, letting others step forward for purification.
Only the hyena refused to back off. Time and again, Lyra chased it away, yet it trotted right back over
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Then the crow on her shoulder struck. It pecked at the hyena’s skull with its beak.
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hehyena snarled and snapped its jaws to bite. The crow darted out of reach, circling back to pester and harass whenever the hyena let its guard slip.
Yoren watched the chaotic little scene unfold, so distracted he did not hear when Marcel called his name.
“Marcel! I’m talking to you p>
Yoren refocused. “What p>
Marcel glanced over there too, then asked. “How are things at home p>
Yoren replied, “Nothing serious for now. Just a few minor problems. The family elders will handle them
Marcel frowned. “You already know who’s behind them. Why don’t you take this chance to hit back p>
Yoren shook his head. “This is a critical juncture. We cannot afford to give anyone more ammunition against us p>
His gaze drifted toward his brother, thick with quiet reflection.
Originally, he had fought for this position solely to get Marcel released.
Fate, however, had other plans.
Now, whether he wanted it or not, he had to take it.
“Watch your temper,” he warned. “Don’t fly off the handle over trivial things. Once Ms. Kaelin brings your contamination levels down, you will go thank her in person p>
Marcel pouted. “I’m not a kid. I get it p>
Yoren tilted his head. “Did Ms. Kaelin help all of you the same way back on that Grade–two planet p>
Marcel lifted his eyes. “Yeah p>
“She handles this many spirit animals all in one session? ”
Yep p>
“No wonder p>
Marcel stared at him, confused. “No wonder what p>
Yoren was equally puzzled. “Didn’t she tell you? The newly appointed chief of White Citadel assigned her new workload. She has to purify five Sentinels every afternoon p>
Marcel froze.
That explained why she had arrived late yesterday, worn–out and drained.
“She never mentioned it
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Yoren looked over at Lyra, who was acting as though nothing was wrong.
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She probably doesn’t think it’s a big deal. If she can manage this many contaminated spirit animals at once five Sentinels hardly register as a burden p>
Marcel felt a surge of indignation on Lyra’s behalf. “From what I remember, most Guides cap out at four Sentinels per day. Why is she stuck with five p>
Yoren glanced at his brother and said nothing.
Marcel pressed on, leaning forward. “What is going on? Can’t you tell me p>
Yoren gave a quiet hum.
Marcel lowered his voice. “Just whisper it to me p>
Yoren shot him a sharp, serious look. “That is classified information. It cannot be leaked p>
Marcel huffed. “C’mon, it’s just us. Do we really need all these rules p>
Yoren stayed silent.
“Fine, keep your secrets,” Marcel grumbled. “I’ll figure it out myself. Then I’ll go blab it to everyone p>
Yoren’s expression hardened. “If you want to hurt the Guide, go ahead and shout p>
His brother was old enough to know better, yet he still acted entirely on impulse.
“Just tell me,” Marcel insisted.
Yoren gave him a long, unamused stare.
“Yoren p>
“What good would knowing do you?” Yoren asked.
“I-” Marcel opened his mouth–then clamped it shut. His eyes flicked instinctively toward Felix.
I’ll secretly steal the Guide’s affection?
Ridiculous.
I just want to know something you don’t. Watch you squirm. Teach you to stop acting so smug all the time.
If he voiced those thoughts out loud, his brother would lecture him for being immature all over agai
Seeing his brother’s internal conflict play across his face, Yoren said, “See? You have things you can’t te either”
Marcel had no retort.
Yoren clapped him gently on the shoulder.
As long as Marcel remained safe, he could breathe easy
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“I have to leave p>
Marcel’s expression turned serious, and his bright eyes shone with encouragement.
“Go get it done, Yoren p>
Yoren had come not only to visit his brother but also to brief him on the family’s current goals and his own.
Hearing that, Yoren relaxed his solemn expression and nodded. Then he turned and politely/told Lyra that he was leaving.
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