Reborn as the Last van Ambrose
Chapter 228: House Luminaris

Chapter 228: House Luminaris

The Luminaris estate, once a symbol of wealth and political influence, had become a study in rapid decline over the past week.

Empty rooms echoed with the absence of servants who had simply vanished overnight, their quarters abandoned as if they had never existed.

Julius Luminaris sat in his private study, staring at financial documents that painted an increasingly dire picture of his family’s circumstances.

The afternoon sun streamed through windows that hadn’t been properly cleaned in days, highlighting dust motes that danced in air thick with tension and uncertainty.

"Seventy-three thousand crowns," he muttered, reviewing the latest accounting reports. "Gone in less than a week."

The losses had come from multiple directions simultaneously—canceled contracts, terminated business relationships, and suddenly discovered "irregularities" in various financial arrangements that had functioned smoothly for years.

A knock at the study door interrupted his brooding. "Enter," he called wearily.

Mira stepped into the room, her usually immaculate appearance showing signs of strain.

Dark circles under her eyes suggested sleepless nights, while her clothing, though still expensive, lacked the perfect coordination that normally marked her public appearances.

"Father," she said, settling into the chair across from his desk without invitation. "We need to discuss our situation."

"What situation?" Julius asked with bitter amusement. "The fact that half our staff has disappeared? The collapse of our business relationships? The mysterious investigation into our financial practices? Or perhaps you mean the whispers that follow our family name wherever we go?"

"All of it," Mira replied with forced composure. "This isn’t random misfortune, and we both know it."

"Of course it isn’t random," Julius snapped. "Someone is orchestrating our destruction with remarkable efficiency and apparent immunity from consequences."

"Lord Ambrose," Mira said quietly.

"Obviously Lord Ambrose," Julius agreed. "Though proving it is an entirely different matter. Every attack against us appears to come from legitimate sources—imperial investigators, concerned business partners, former employees reporting irregularities."

"What about the staff members who disappeared?" Mira asked. "Surely their sudden departure suggests coordination."

"Their departure suggests better opportunities elsewhere," Julius replied grimly. "Sarah Mills received an offer from House Zhou that tripled her previous salary. Thomas Grey was hired by Lord Pemberton with immediate advancement to head of household. Even Catherine has found employment with Lady Blackwood."

"All families that have distanced themselves from us recently," Mira observed.

"Indeed," Julius agreed. "It’s almost as if someone has been offering our former employees positions specifically designed to attract them away from our service."

The conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Max, who entered the study without bothering to knock. The young man’s appearance reflected the same strain visible in his sister, though in his case it manifested as barely controlled anger rather than careful composure.

"The merchant district," he announced without preamble. "I’ve just returned from attempting to conduct business in the merchant district. Do you know what I discovered?"

"I can imagine," Julius said wearily.

"Everyone knows," Max continued with growing agitation. "Every shopkeeper, every trader, every minor functionary knows about our ’scandal.’ They speak in whispers about our family’s ’questionable reputation’ and ’inappropriate behavior.’"

"What kind of inappropriate behavior?" Mira asked, though her tone suggested she dreaded the answer.

"Yours, specifically," Max replied bluntly. "There are detailed stories circulating about your ’indiscretions’ and ’unseemly conduct.’ Nothing specific enough to challenge directly, but comprehensive enough to damage our standing."

Mira’s face flushed with anger and embarrassment. "What kind of stories?"

"The kind that suggest you’ve been using your position to engage in activities that would make marriage alliances problematic," Max said with obvious distaste. "The kind that paint you as someone whose reputation has been compromised by poor judgment and worse company."

"Those are lies," Mira protested. "Complete fabrications."

"Of course they are," Julius agreed. "Just as the financial irregularities are fabrications, and the staff defections are coincidental, and the business partner concerns are unrelated misunderstandings."

"Then why aren’t we fighting back?" Max demanded. "Why are we sitting here accepting this systematic destruction?"

"Because our enemy understands the rules of this game better than we do," Julius replied with grudging admiration. "Every attack appears legitimate, every consequence seems natural, every loss looks like the result of our own failings."

"So we do nothing?" Mira asked with growing frustration.

"We adapt," Julius said firmly. "We acknowledge that we’ve been outmaneuvered, consolidate what resources remain, and plan for a future that doesn’t depend on the relationships we’ve lost."

"And Lord Ambrose?" Max asked.

"Will continue his campaign until he’s satisfied that we’ve learned our lesson," Julius replied. "Or until we find a way to strike back that doesn’t result in our complete destruction."

Before either of his children could respond, a servant—one of the few remaining—entered the study carrying a sealed letter.

"My lord," the servant said with obvious nervousness, "this arrived by messenger. The delivery was unusual."

Julius accepted the letter, noting immediately that it bore no identifying marks or family seals. The paper was of high quality, but the handwriting was unfamiliar.

"Unusual how?" he asked.

"The messenger appeared to be very young, my lord. Perhaps eight or ten years old. He delivered the letter and departed immediately, declining any gratuity or response."

Julius broke the seal and unfolded the letter, his expression growing increasingly grim as he read its contents.

"What does it say?" Mira asked impatiently.

Julius cleared his throat and read aloud: "’Lord Luminaris. Recent events have demonstrated the importance of choosing one’s adversaries carefully. Some battles are won through direct confrontation, while others are decided by understanding the true nature of power. Wisdom suggests that recognizing when one has been outmaneuvered is the first step toward avoiding further complications. A concerned observer.’"

The silence that followed was electric with tension and barely controlled rage.

"A concerned observer," Max repeated with bitter sarcasm. "How thoughtful of them to remain anonymous while threatening our family."

"It’s not a threat," Julius said quietly. "It’s a warning. And possibly an offer."

"An offer?" Mira asked with confusion.

"An offer to end this campaign if we demonstrate appropriate... wisdom," Julius explained. "If we acknowledge that we’ve been defeated and cease our resistance."

"You’re suggesting we surrender?" Max demanded with outrage.

"I’m suggesting we recognize reality," Julius replied with forced calm. "We’ve lost this conflict. Our resources are depleted, our reputation is damaged, and our former allies have abandoned us. Continuing to fight would only invite greater destruction."

"And if we accept this wisdom?" Mira asked carefully.

"Then perhaps our family survives to fight again under better circumstances," Julius said. "Perhaps we’re allowed to rebuild our position through different means."

"Or perhaps we become permanent examples of what happens to those who oppose Lord Ambrose," Max countered.

"Perhaps," Julius agreed. "But the alternative is certain destruction rather than possible survival."

"What do you recommend?" Mira asked finally.

"Patience," Julius replied with obvious difficulty. "We acknowledge the lesson we’ve been taught, we adapt to our new circumstances, and we wait for opportunities that may arise in the future."

"And if no such opportunities arise?" Max asked.

"Then we learn to be satisfied with survival," Julius said grimly. "Because the alternative is complete destruction."

The letter remained on Julius’s desk like a coiled serpent, its message clear despite its cryptic language.

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