Reborn as the Last van Ambrose
Chapter 212: Relief

Chapter 212: Relief

The debate between the marriage candidates continued with increasing intensity as Grim moved through the celebration.

Grim struggled to maintain normal interactions while the dark mana coursed through his body.

Every conversation felt like a minefield, every smile a mask hiding the corruption he could feel spreading through his very essence.

"Lord Ambrose," Master Chen Wei approached with obvious excitement, "the evening has been magnificent. Such decisive leadership, such clear demonstration of House Ambrose’s return to power—"

"Thank you," Grim managed, keeping his response brief while avoiding direct eye contact. The merchant’s enthusiasm felt overwhelming to his heightened senses, each word felt like emotions Grim could see that the dark energy made him want to exploit.

"Perhaps we could discuss trade agreements tomorrow?" Chen Wei continued. "With your new position and growing influence—"

"Chen Xing handles such arrangements," Grim interrupted, gesturing toward his advisor who was coordinating with the kitchen staff. "Speak with him."

As Chen Wei departed with obvious disappointment, Grim realized he was alienating potential allies with his abrupt behavior. But the alternative—engaging in lengthy conversations while fighting off waves of predatory instinct—seemed far worse.

Near the women’s alcove, the debate had grown more heated.

"You speak of the supernatural," Liona was saying to Ruxi, her diplomatic composure showing strain, "but political realities matter more than the mystical. The Empire needs stable alliances, not romantic fantasies."

"Stability built on lies doesn’t last," Ruxi replied with pointed amusement. "How long before your family’s secrets become too heavy for any marriage to bear? How long before Grim discovers what the imperial bloodline really represents?"

"What are you implying?" Liona demanded.

"I’m stating facts," Ruxi said simply. "The royal family has maintained power for centuries through means that go far beyond conventional politics."

Mira had been growing increasingly frustrated with Ruxi’s confident assertions. "You act as if you know Grim personally, but you’ve only just met him. How can you be so certain about his feelings and intentions?"

"Because," Ruxi replied with a predatory smile, "I can perceive things that nost humans miss. Even the scent of power is unmistakable."

"Scent of power?" Lianna asked skeptically.

"Magic leaves traces," Ruxi explained patiently. "The contracts he’s formed, the entities he’s encountered, the experiences that have shaped him—they all create signatures that those with talents can understand."

"And what do you read about Grim?" Liona pressed.

"That he’s changing," Ruxi said with sudden seriousness. "Evolving into something that will change the foundation of the Empire."

Before the others could respond to this cryptic statement, Ruxi suddenly straightened, her golden eyes scanning the crowd with predatory focus. "Excuse me," she said, moving away from the group.

She had detected something the others couldn’t perceive—the subtle distress signals that Grim’s body was releasing.

Following her senses, she traced the source to a smaller chamber where Grim had retreated to escape the overwhelming stimulation of the main celebration.

Grim stood alone near the chamber’s window, one hand pressed against the glass while the other covered his face. The purple scar pulsed visibly through his fingers, and his shoulders shook with the effort of containing the dark mana flowing through him.

"Lord Ambrose," Ruxi said softly as she entered, closing the door behind her to ensure privacy.

Grim spun around, his transformed eyes flashing with dangerous light before he recognized her. "Lady Ruxi. I... needed a moment away from the crowd."

"I can see that," she replied, moving closer with the careful grace of someone approaching a wounded predator. "You’re in pain."

"I’m fine," Grim said automatically.

"No," Ruxi said gently, stepping within arm’s reach, "you’re not. Something has changed tonight. Something significant."

Her proximity allowed her senses to fully assess his condition, and what she perceived made her eyes widen with genuine surprise. "Dark mana," she breathed. "Someone has awakened your shadow affinity."

Grim stared at her, realizing that denial was pointless with someone who could perceive the truth directly. "How did you know?"

"Because I can see it," Ruxi replied, reaching out slowly to touch his face where the scar pulsed with purple light. "And because I understand what it means."

Her touch was cool against his fevered skin, and something about her seemed to resonate with the dark mana. For the first time since Malaxis’s corruption, Grim felt a moment of relief from the constant burning sensation.

"Better?" she asked, noting how his tension eased under her touch.

"How?" Grim asked, leaning unconsciously into the contact.

"Fox magic and shadow magic share certain qualities," Ruxi explained, her other hand coming to rest against his chest where she could feel the dark mana circulating through his system. "We’re both drawn to liminal spaces."

Her touch sent waves of soothing energy through his body, not fighting the darkness but helping it settle into his body. The relief was so profound that Grim found himself moving closer, drawn by the promise of respite from the constant struggle.

"This is dangerous," he said, even as he made no effort to pull away from her touch.

"Everything worthwhile is dangerous," Ruxi replied with a smile that was both comforting and predatory. "The question is whether you’re brave enough to embrace what you’re becoming."

Her hands moved with increasing boldness, one still cupping his face while the other traced patterns across his chest that seemed to follow the flow of magical energy beneath his skin.

The intimacy was undeniable, charged with mana that made human attraction seem pale by comparison.

"You don’t have to fight this alone," she whispered, moving closer until he could feel her breath against his neck. "Some transformations require guidance from those who understand the process."

For a moment, Grim allowed himself to imagine what accepting her offer might mean—the relief from constant struggle, the partnership with someone who could match his evolving nature, the freedom from pretending to be something he was no longer entirely certain he was.

But before the moment could progress further, the sound of approaching voices from the main hall reminded him of the celebration continuing beyond the chamber walls.

"I should return," he said reluctantly, though he made no immediate move to step away from her embrace.

"Of course," Ruxi agreed, her hands trailing slowly down his chest before finally breaking contact. "But remember—you don’t have to face this transformation alone. When you’re ready to stop fighting what you’re becoming, I’ll be here."

As they prepared to rejoin the celebration, Grim found himself looking at the fox spirit with new understanding.

She wasn’t just another marriage candidate seeking political advantage—she was someone who genuinely understood mana to its core.

They returned to the main hall separately, but the brief encounter had changed something.

Near the central platform, the marriage debate had resumed with renewed intensity.

Liona, Lianna, and Mira were engaged in increasingly pointed discussions about their respective qualifications, unaware that their primary competition had just gained a significant advantage.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a clear voice suddenly called across the hall, drawing everyone’s attention. Shen Lao had positioned himself near the musicians’ platform.

"If I may have your attention," he continued as conversations gradually quieted, "I believe this celebration would benefit from some... entertainment more vigorous than simple conversation and dancing."

Curious murmurs rippled through the crowd as guests wondered what the mysterious instructor had in mind.

"Lord Ambrose will demonstrate his abilities admirably tonight," Shen Lao said with a slight bow toward Grim, "but I believe our international guests might appreciate a more formal demonstration of skill. Perhaps some friendly competition?"

"What kind of competition?" Ambassador Lín called out with obvious interest.

"Combat exhibitions," Shen Lao replied with a scholar’s enthusiasm for practical demonstration. "Nothing lethal, of course, but an opportunity for various parties to showcase their abilities. Sword work, magical technique, perhaps some cultural fighting styles from our visiting delegations."

The suggestion generated immediate excitement among the guests. Military officers nodded approval, foreign delegates began discussing among themselves, and several of the younger nobles looked eager for a chance to distinguish themselves.

"Who would participate in such exhibitions?" Húwáng asked, his voice carrying across the hall with clarity.

Shen Lao smiled with apparent innocence. "Anyone may step forward to face Lord Ambrose in friendly competition. After all, what better way to honor our host than by testing ourselves against his proven skills?"

The hall erupted in excited conversation as the implications became clear. This wasn’t just entertainment—it was an opportunity for various factions to measure themselves against House Ambrose’s rising power, for marriage candidates to have their champions demonstrate worthiness, and for international delegations to assess the Empire’s military capabilities.

Grim felt the dark mana respond to the prospect of combat with predatory anticipation, and he realized that Shen Lao’s suggestion might be exactly what he needed—a legitimate outlet for the aggressive instincts the corruption was generating.