Reincarnated Lord: I can upgrade everything!-Chapter 379: The Night Decides [1]

"The Archduke was my enemy," he muttered, "but he was a great man. Strong. Wise. How could they bring him down so easily?"

Kelvin said nothing. The silence lingered like a shadow.

Asher's golden eyes narrowed. The fall of Nubis meant his alliance would be next. The noose was tightening.

But then Kelvin's voice cut through the tension. "As important as this is, My Lord, we have greater matters at hand."

Asher turned, the flames catching the gold in his eyes, making them seem to burn.

"And what," he asked quietly, "could be greater than this?"

Kelvin met his gaze. "The arrival of fairies at Paradise… and your woman's pregnancy."

The words landed like a hammer.

"W-What?" Asher breathed, stumbling a step back.

"She's nearly four months along, My Lord," Kelvin said gently. "She didn't know—only found out recently. But the fairies came the moment the truth was clear. They say she is to be the Empress of Cyrenia."

Mist escaped from Asher's lips—white and ghostly. His pupils trembled.

He remembered the contract. She had agreed to serve until her origins were found. He had given his word.

But… things had changed.

So much had changed.

With difficulty, he spoke. "What was her response?"

"She chose to stay," Kelvin said. "She calls us her family now. But the fairies… they refuse to leave. I fear their intentions. I believe they bring ill. They must be made to leave before something untold occurs."

"Untold?" Asher echoed. "Speak clearly, Kelvin."

Kelvin hesitated, then lowered his voice. "If she truly is the prophesied Empress of Cyrenia, they will stop at nothing to reclaim her. If she resists… they may erase her memories of her time here."

Asher's heart stopped for a beat. His fists clenched.

"No."

His voice rang with sudden, unshakable resolve. "Activate the mass teleportation channels in every city."

Kelvin blinked. "But, My Lord, those channels have been sealed for months. They were—"

"They allowed too many spies to enter our cities, yes," Asher interrupted. "Then improve scrutiny. Double the sentries. Triple the sigil verifications. But activate those channels now and summon my Paladins."

He turned, his voice echoing behind him as he strode from the sacred hall.

"We leave for Paradise tonight."

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A woman sat before a tall silver-framed mirror, the candlelight flickering softly across her porcelain skin. Her long black hair cascaded down her back in silken rivulets, dark as spilled ink, each strand gleaming like obsidian under moonlight.

She gazed into the mirror, her eyes—deep and unreadable—tracing the delicate contours of her own face. An enchantress, sculpted by fate and shadow.

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Before her, on the polished oak table, lay a half-written letter. Its ink had dried at the corner of the last sentence, the words unfinished—just like her certainty. The letter was meant for him, the man she shared her bed with… the one who had conquered her walls and stolen her silences.

But her fingers had stopped. Her thoughts had drifted.

She was with child. And he didn't yet know.

Asher hadn't spoken of children, of heirs, of legacy—at least not in the way men usually did when they sought a bloodline.

He had only spoken of war, of duty, of shadows that needed to be severed with steel. What would he say when he found out? What would he feel?

Her brows furrowed slightly, a rare crack in her serenity. But her thoughts were interrupted by a firm knock on the chamber door—sharp, deliberate, meant to announce someone important.

"My Lady," came a deep voice from behind the oak, muffled but unmistakable—it belonged to Galanar, commander of the Gray Knights, her current personal guard and shield. "Alexander of Cyrenia seeks an audience with you. He requests to meet in your council chambers."

Sapphira's eyes narrowed.

Alexander. Again?

She leaned back, her expression unreadable. Of all the days… He would come now? After hearing of her refusal to return? After knowing her heart—and allegiance—lay elsewhere?

'Is he hoping to try what he did last time?' she wondered, lips twitching faintly at the memory. That would be unwise.

But something tugged at her curiosity. Alexander was not a man who wasted time on hopeless ventures. He must have brought something else… an offer? A threat? A demand cloaked in diplomacy?

Her mind turned to Asher. The alliance with the Empire had undeniable value. Their flying ships alone—soaring fortresses carved from crystal and flame—could shift the tide of any war.

Sapphira rose from her velvet-cushioned seat, her night-silk gown trailing along the marble floor like a living shadow. The flames from the candelabras bent toward her as if drawn by gravity.

She spoke with regal clarity. "Tell him I shall meet him in the sacred hall."

"M-My Lady?" Galanar's voice faltered, surprised by her choice. "The sacred hall is—"

"I know what it is," she replied, her voice like cool steel. "That is where I will receive him."

Silence followed. Then, reluctantly, Galanar exhaled, the sound of a soldier's heavy acceptance. "As you wish, My Lady."

She turned back to the mirror for one final glance, her reflection now carrying a weight it hadn't moments before. No longer just a woman torn between past and present… but a noble blood caught between two powers.