The Poet's System
Chapter 66: Flickering Emotions

Chapter 66: Flickering Emotions

Daylan sat comfortably in his seat across from Captain Stanley, who leaned forward with his elbows on the desk and a smirk on his face. The room was silent, save for the ticking clock echoing against the walls.

"Princess Astara was right after all—you guys were worth the chance," Stanley said, his grin widening. "You know, I’m a descendant of the Poet."

Daylan raised an eyebrow.

"I never really understood why people called them the Fools of Divines—his actions got me where I am today," he said, leaning back in his seat. "I’ve got to admit, if I had to pass his title on to someone else, it’d be you."

Daylan shot a lazy glance at him. "Why so?"

Stanley gave him a mocking smile. "Now that the fake Fools are taken care of, I’d suggest you get back to your chivalry duties."

Daylan took a deep breath. "Can you give me a little time? A week or two, at least. I promised a friend I’d help them with something."

Stanley rose to his feet. "Fine—fourteen days starting today, Friday. I’ll be expecting you back by next Thursday’s week." He smiled.

"Consider it a reward for your hard work. Oh, and by the way—you won’t be paid for this month."

Daylan sighed, rose to his feet, and excused himself.

Rhea keeping Daylan in custody had helped him in many ways. Though some anonymous members of the Chivalry Association still doubted him—believing he was somehow involved with the Fools—he had a solid alibi.

Even so, their suspicions never truly faded.

How those people came by such claims remained a mystery to him. Still, he knew they’d come after him regardless—and his priorities were clear: getting rid of his mother.

However, there was something he needed to do before descending into the realm of hell—the act that would stain him with blood forever. He had to get Medora.

The moment Daylan left the monastery, he headed to the Southern District, to Medora’s house—a Victorian brick mansion near the river that flowed from the western sea to the eastern coast, marking the boundary between the Southern District and the church.

Whatever Lyra—Medora’s mother—had taken her for, Rhea hadn’t said. Even so, Daylan knew he was in for a long game with Lyra. Fortunately, the Bastain family estate was just a few miles from Medora’s, making it the perfect opportunity to visit his sister, Zira.

The moment Daylan arrived at Medora’s house, he took a deep breath, bracing himself for whatever torture Lyra might put him through.

In the garage, workers tended to the crops and flowers, while a few of her personal guards moved back and forth, keeping a watchful eye.

The moment the guards recognized him—Daylan, the very kid Lyra despised—they moved to get him off the property. They rushed toward him, barking orders for him to leave.

Daylan raised his hands with a calm smile, signaling he meant no harm. Even so, the guards weren’t budging.

"Lady Medora won’t be seeing you. Please leave before you cause an unpleasant scene," one of them ordered.

Daylan’s expression shifted. "I’m not here for Dora. I have something important to discuss with Lady Lyra."

He gave an awkward smile. "But, you know... she despises me, so I couldn’t exactly book an appointment. This was my only option... pretty please?"

The guards didn’t seem like the type to welcome unnecessary commotion, so Daylan’s little act was enough to make them lower their guard—if only slightly. Still, they needed to consult Lady Lyra first.

Daylan waited patiently as he began to take random strolls in the garden, ruffling his hands through the flowers and chatting with the workers.

Before long, the guard returned and motioned for Daylan to follow—Lady Lyra was willing to see him.

Daylan stepped into the room where Lyra sat behind a small wooden table, her tea resting gently on it. She was surrounded by four Victorian sofas, each accompanied by its own standing lantern.

Daylan moved to take a seat but was stopped by Lyra. "Don’t touch my property with your filthy body." She gestured to the guard. "And you—leave."

Daylan stood still, scratching the back of his head with a nervous smile.

He knew the last thing he could do was ask Lyra politely to let go of Medora. She was more likely to hand her over to the devil than to him. So, he was ready to use every trick in his book.

In that instant, Daylan activated his abilities—Dark Spiral, Spiral Form, and Spiral Mind—and teleported Medora into their midst.

"What are you doing?" Lyra shouted, her voice sharp with fury.

Daylan turned to his left and saw Medora hastily trying to wrap herself in a small towel, her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment.

Before he could process what was happening, a sharp strike landed across his face. Medora angrily teleported back into her room as Daylan rubbed his cheek, stunned.

Lyra started to rise to her feet, but Daylan locked eyes with her and gave a firm command. Instantly, she sat back down.

At that moment, Medora teleported back, now dressed in black shorts and a vest top. She paused, noticing Daylan and Lyra locked in a tense stare—Daylan’s mouth slightly open in shock.

She immediately wore a confused yet concerned expression as she shook Daylan out of his daze. He turned to her, eyes flickering with emotion—just as tears began to stream down Lyra’s cheeks.

Daylan gestured for Medora to take a seat.

She kept asking what was going on, but neither he nor Lyra said a word. Lyra continued to cry, while Daylan sat in stunned silence, his expression a mix of concern and disbelief.

Daylan had initially planned to brainwash Lyra into letting him take Medora. But what he found in Lyra’s mind was something else entirely—something worth sharing. Something Medora needed to know.

"I’m sorry, Dora... I’m so sorry," Lyra sobbed, covering her face with her hands.

Medora, however, was still frozen in confusion—the shock in her eyes said it all. It was the first time she had seen her mother like this. Safe to say, Daylan had completely broken Lyra.

"I’m so sorry... I never wanted you to hate me. The fear and hatred in your eyes whenever I see you—it hurts. But I had no choice."

Tears began to stream down Medora’s face as she wiped them away again and again, unable to stop.

"I had no ability—nothing. I was a misfit. But your father saw who I truly was and took me in, helping me hide my lack of ability for years." She finally raised her eyes and turned to Daylan, meeting the fury burning in his gaze.

"But that piece of shit’s mother took everything from me—she took your father."

Medora rose to her feet, her expression softening into a gentle, calm smile.

Her mother’s words were enough for her to understand everything—the reasons behind her disdain for Daylan, and why she treated her the way she did for refusing to stop seeing him.

She knelt before her mother, took her hands, and gently wiped away her tears. "I understand how you feel, Mother. And trust me, Daylan despises his mother just as much as everyone else—if not more."

For the first time since the incident, Lyra finally raised her head and looked into Medora’s eyes.

"Father is gone now, and all that’s left is you and me," Medora said gently. "I don’t think he’d be happy to see us living in hatred—because I’m not. The only reason I despise Giselle is because she wants to hurt my only friend... and I can’t let that happen."

Lyra was lost in her daughter’s eyes, unable to look away.

Daylan stood nearby, quietly taking in their sentimental moment. He hadn’t done much when he read Lyra’s mind—just brought back the emotions she had been trying so hard to bury. But what he didn’t expect was how many there were... or how deep they ran.

Daylan continued to watch as Lyra and Medora shared their moment. Once the mood had settled, Lyra slowly turned to him.

"I don’t know what you did, but... thank you," she said, rising to her feet. "Dora is all I have left—and I’m entrusting her to you. If anything happens to her, you’d better be dead before I find out."

Daylan swallowed nervously, then followed it with a confident smile. "You have my word, Lady Lyra."

Medora eagerly thanked her mother before hurrying off to her room to pack her things.

Meanwhile, Daylan waited outside in the garden with the workers, his mind racing from one thought to the next.

How many people had fallen victim to his mother’s madness? The thought weighed on him. All he felt was sympathy—and a growing wish to somehow make it right.

Before long, Medora returned with her luggage, and they climbed into a carriage.

Daylan had wanted to see Zira—but unfortunately, he couldn’t.

"Zira passed her Luck Trial, and just a few days later, she took the Worth Trial—and passed that too. The Bastians have already enrolled her at the Divine Academy in the Royal Capital..."

Daylan couldn’t help but smile proudly, a warm sense of pride swelling in his chest.

"She came to say goodbye while you were unconscious," Medora said softly. "She stayed by your side for three days before she left."

Daylan’s expression darkened. "And none of you thought to tell me?"

Medora gave her a lazy look. "Oh, I forgot... By the way, did you know it was Captain Rhea who told my mother where we were?"

"Yes..."

"What?!

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