Reborn as the Last van Ambrose -
Chapter 220: Meetings
Chapter 220: Meetings
The evening shadows lengthened across Grim’s study as the last echoes of footsteps faded from the corridors.
Grim remained seated at his desk, the mysterious book resting before him like a sleeping serpent.
The leather cover seemed to pulse with dark energy, and the revelation of its authorship continued to send shockwaves through his understanding of Imperial history.
"Truth of the Empire. By the First Emperor," he murmured again, running his fingers across the ancient binding.
[You shouldn’t trust everything written in old books,] Caius said, his voice heavy with concern that bordered on alarm. [Especially books that appear mysteriously on your desk without explanation.]
"Are you suggesting the First Emperor would lie about his own empire?" Grim asked, though he kept his voice low despite being alone.
[I’m suggesting that books can be forged, titles can be falsified, and enemies can plant false evidence to mislead the unwary,] Caius replied with growing urgency. [Think about it. A book written by the Empire’s founder just happens to appear in your study at the exact moment when you’re struggling with corruption and moral choices?]
Grim paused, his hand hovering over the book’s cover. The spirit’s words carried uncomfortable logic, but the dark mana whispered that such skepticism was simply fear of uncomfortable truths.
"The writing style matches historical documents from that period," he said, though even as he spoke, he realized he wasn’t entirely certain how he knew that.
[Does it? Or does it simply feel like it should?] Caius pressed. [The corruption has been affecting your perception. How can you be certain you’re reading what’s actually written rather than what the dark mana wants you to see?]
The question struck deeper than Grim wanted to admit. Since the corruption had taken hold, he’d noticed subtle changes in how he perceived the world around him—colors seemed more vivid, emotions felt more intense, and moral boundaries appeared less defined.
"You think I’m hallucinating the entire book?" he asked.
[I think you’re being manipulated by forces far more sophisticated than simple demonic influence,] Caius replied with grim certainty. [This book, your growing isolation from true friends, your increasing attraction to those who enable your darker impulses—it all feels orchestrated.]
Grim opened the book again, scanning the philosophical passages that had resonated so strongly with his altered worldview. The words seemed as clear and compelling as before, but now Caius’s warnings introduced an element of doubt.
"What if you’re wrong?" he asked. "What if this book contains genuine wisdom that previous generations were too weak to accept?"
[Then we’ll discover that truth gradually, through careful study and verification,] Caius said. [But rushing to embrace teachings that perfectly align with corruption is exactly how good men become monsters.]
The conversation was interrupted by a soft knock at the study door. Chen Xing entered with his usual diplomatic composure, though his expression suggested he carried news of some importance.
"My lord," he said with a respectful bow, "I wanted to update you on tomorrow’s schedule and some additional correspondence that arrived this evening."
"What kind of correspondence?"
"Congratulations from various noble houses regarding your engagement," Chen Xing replied, producing several sealed letters. "Word of your choice has spread quickly through the appropriate circles."
Grim felt a surge of satisfaction. The engagement to Ruxi represented both personal happiness and significant political advantage.
"Any notable responses?"
"Duke Ravencrest sent his congratulations along with a reiteration that his previous offer remains open should circumstances change," Chen Xing said. "Princess Liona sent formal felicitations on behalf of the Imperial family. Lady Mira’s response was... more reserved."
"What did she say?"
"Simply that she wished you happiness in your choice," Chen Xing replied, though his tone suggested there had been more to the message than those simple words.
"She’s probably planning something. She wanted a private meeting and I never cared to give her one. So she must have some contingency plan for the future. And the others?"
"Lord Pemberton expressed surprise at the speed of your decision. Lady Blackwood mentioned that she looked forward to meeting your bride-to-be at future social functions. Several smaller houses sent routine congratulations."
Chen Xing paused, then added carefully, "There was also a message from Lady Lianna. She requested a private meeting at your convenience to discuss matters of mutual interest."
The mention of Lianna brought a complex mix of emotions—guilt over how their last conversation had ended, lingering affection despite their disagreement, and uncertainty about what she might want to discuss.
"Schedule the meeting," Grim decided. "Tomorrow afternoon, if possible."
"Of course, my lord," Chen Xing replied. "Will there be anything else this evening?"
"No, thank you. That will be all."
After his aide departed, Grim found himself alone with the book and his great-grandfather’s increasingly urgent warnings. The leather binding seemed to pulse with invitation, promising answers to questions he was only beginning to understand.
[Please,] Caius said quietly. [Before you read more, consider the possibility that this book is exactly what your enemies would want you to find. Consider that every word you read might be driving you further from the man you were meant to be.]
"And what if the man I was meant to be was too weak to protect what mattered?" Grim countered, though the question felt more automatic than convinced.
[Then we’ll discover that through honest self-examination, not through the convenient philosophy of mysterious books that appear at our most vulnerable moments.]
Grim closed the book without opening it further, though the decision felt like rejecting sustenance when starving. The dark mana pulsed with frustration, but Caius’s warnings had planted seeds of doubt that couldn’t be easily dismissed.
"Tomorrow," he said aloud. "I’ll examine it more carefully tomorrow."
[Thank you,] Caius said with profound relief. [That may be the wisest decision you’ve made in weeks.]
As Grim prepared for sleep, he couldn’t shake the feeling that forces beyond his understanding were moving around him.
Shaping events in ways he couldn’t yet perceive.
Before he could retire for the evening, another soft knock interrupted his thoughts. This time, it was Lianna who entered, her expression carrying a vulnerability he hadn’t seen before.
"I know Chen Xing said tomorrow," she began quietly, "but I couldn’t wait. I needed to speak with you."
"Of course," Grim said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk. "What’s on your mind?"
Lianna settled into the seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "I wanted to apologize for how I reacted the other night. Seeing you with Ruxi... I let my emotions cloud my judgment."
"You were protecting someone you care about," Grim replied, his voice softer than it had been in days. "There’s nothing to apologize for."
"Isn’t there?" Lianna asked, meeting his eyes. "Grim, we’ve known each other since we were children. I’ve watched you struggle with impossible choices, carry burdens that would break most people. I should have trusted that you knew what you were doing."
The sincerity in her voice reached something in Grim that the corruption hadn’t touched—a part of him that remembered what it felt like to have someone believe in him unconditionally.
"I’m changing, Lianna," he admitted quietly. "Sometimes I’m not sure I recognize myself anymore."
"I know," she whispered. "But underneath all of it, you’re still the boy who used to sneak me pastries from the kitchen when I was sad. You’re still the young man who held me when I got sad about my mother’s death.That person doesn’t just disappear."
For a moment, the weight of recent events seemed to lift, replaced by the warmth of genuine human connection that asked for nothing in return.
As Grim prepared for sleep after Lianna’s departure, he couldn’t shake a darjbfeeling he felt in his bones.
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