Chapter 307 Stolen Curse, Erased Name
Concordia Hall, Elysvarre
Night After the Grand Assembly
The night breeze whispered softly through the marble corridors of Concordia Hall, a majestic edifice where the cries and hopes of entire nations converged with the resolute will of the magocrats in a symphony of silence. Yet tonight, that silence weighed heavily in the air like an inescapable death shroud, heralding a moment brimming with the profound significance of a soul destined to leave an indelible mark in memory.
Under the lofty glass ceiling adorned with the emblem of the old Pactum, Kaseo Vallaricus stood frozen in the now-empty hall. The candlelight set by the attendants had long since extinguished. The Grand Assembly was over.
Kaseo's face bore the tension of inner turmoil. He struggled to suppress the frustration gnawing at his chest, recalling Sheena's cynical smile as she rejected his proposal. Each heartbeat seemed to echo his failure, a burden on his shoulders, while a flicker of a rebellious spirit surged within the heart of the magocrat.
And his first act of betrayal had failed.
In the honor seat just vacated by Sheena and Fitran, shadows still loomed ominously. Their decision to reject Factum Ultima, proposed by Kaseo, represented not merely diplomatic opposition but a monumental betrayal that threatened to dismantle the intricate power structure he had meticulously built over centuries. This incident ignited tensions that reverberated through the very foundations of their political world, raising urgent concerns about the potential repercussions rippling through various strata of society.
"They rejected it. Even after I had woven every thread..."
The voice bore the weight of a fractured whisper rather than a complaint, filling the void between hope and the starkness of reality. Meanwhile, past memories flickered vividly in Kaseo's mind—every spell and ritual he had painstakingly learned, alongside all the sacrifices he had made to reach this precarious juncture. He felt as though each one of those sacrifices had become utterly meaningless in the face of betrayal by those who were meant to stand united with him, deepening the emotional burden that increasingly overwhelmed his spirit.
Days later, Kaseo stood in the underground ritual chamber of the old Caereth residence—a bloodline that, according to the genealogy, shared a similar gold curse with the Valtheris Elyndra line (Sheena's family). The room was thick with a heavy aura, as if waiting for someone capable of changing fate.
The eight main members of the Caereth family were bound by a potent circle of magic, their eyes closed in deep concentration. The Aether in the air was so thick it felt almost suffocating, challenging their ability to breathe. Kaseo gazed intently at their seemingly tranquil faces, yet he felt a profound wave of anxiety churning within him. Each family member embodied fragments of a complicated history—one filled with scars, aspirations, and invaluable lessons that could never be forgotten, creating an emotional tapestry in this precarious scenario.