Lord Arclight." The captain nodded. "Here to see Lady Seraphina?"

"Actually, I’m here to see the Duke. Is he available?"

The guards exchanged glances. "The Duke doesn’t usually take unscheduled visitors..."

"Tell him it’s about his daughter’s future. And the Arclight succession."

That got their attention. One guard disappeared inside. Returned five minutes later.

"The Duke will see you. Follow me."

Draven was led through marble halls lined with family portraits and battle trophies. Past servants who bowed respectfully. Into a private study that smelled of old books and pipe smoke.

Duke Valerius sat behind a massive desk. Sixty years old, silver hair, sharp eyes that missed nothing. Built like he’d been a warrior in his youth—still was, probably. A-Rank light mage. Combat veteran. Political heavyweight.

"Lord Arclight." Valerius gestured to a chair. "This is unexpected. Please, sit."

Draven sat. Direct eye contact. No deference.

"Thank you for seeing me, Duke Valerius."

"My captain said this was about Seraphina and the Arclight succession." Valerius leaned back. "Intriguing combination. Explain."

"I need your help. And in return, I can offer you something valuable."

"I’m listening."

Draven pulled out the memory crystal. Set it on the desk. "My cousin Marcus is poisoning his father. He plans to frame me for the murder, execute me, and claim the Duchy. Then he plans to exile or imprison my mother. And..." He paused. "He’s mentioned your daughter as a potential ’corruption case’ to discredit you if you interfere."

Valerius’s expression didn’t change. But his mana flared. Just for a second. Dangerous and controlled.

"That’s quite an accusation."

"It’s fact. Recorded in his own handwriting." Draven pushed the crystal forward. "See for yourself."

Valerius picked up the crystal. Channeled mana into it. His eyes began moving, reading the projected images only he could see.

The silence stretched. A full minute. Two.

Finally, Valerius set down the crystal.

"Well." His voice was very calm. Very cold. "That’s damning."

"Yes."

"Where did you get this?"

"I broke into his study last night. Copied everything."

"Bold." Valerius studied him. "Also illegal. Marcus could claim tampering."

"He could. But the poison vials are real. The letters have his seal. The journal is his handwriting." Draven leaned forward. "And when Duke Aldric dies—which will be soon—an autopsy will show nightshade poisoning. The exact poison in Marcus’s possession."

"True." Valerius tapped his fingers on the desk. "What do you want from me?"

"Political support. When I expose this, Marcus will fight back. He has allies. Lord Commander Graves. Inquisitor Malik. Baron Torren." Draven met his gaze. "I need someone of your stature to verify the evidence. To stand beside me when I present this to the Crown."

"And what do I get?"

"An ally. A friend. Someone who won’t forget you stood with him when it mattered." Draven smiled. Slightly. "Also, your daughter seems quite fond of me. I imagine you’d prefer I inherit the Arclight Duchy rather than a man who considers her ’possible corruption.’"

Valerius’s lips twitched. Almost a smile. "You’re direct. I appreciate that."

"I don’t have time for games. Duke Aldric has days. Maybe a week. When he dies, the clock starts. I need to move fast."

"Agreed." Valerius stood, offered his hand. "You have my support. But understand—if this goes wrong, if your evidence isn’t sufficient, the Crown will execute both of us for false accusations against a Duke-heir."

"It won’t go wrong."

They shook. Firm grip. Mutual understanding.

"One question," Valerius said. "Why are you really doing this? The Duchy? Power? Or is it about your mother?"

Draven didn’t hesitate. "All of the above. But mostly?" He held Valerius’s gaze. "Because Marcus threatened someone I love. And I don’t forgive that."

"Good answer." Valerius released his hand. "We’ll need a strategy. The funeral will be the ideal time—public, witnesses, impossible for Marcus to suppress. We present the evidence during the mourning period, before the succession is formalized."

"Agreed."

"I’ll prepare documentation. Royal testimony. Everything official." Valerius walked to his window, looked out over the gardens. "You know, when Seraphina first mentioned you, I thought you were just another academy prodigy. Talented but naive."

"And now?"

"Now I think you’re dangerous. Calculated. Possibly ruthless." He turned back. "Good. We need more men like that. The kingdom’s gotten soft."

Draven stood. "Thank you, Duke Valerius."

"Call me Aldren. We’re about to commit treason together. Might as well be on friendly terms."

"Aldren." Draven nodded. "When this is over, you’re invited to the estate. Officially."

"I look forward to it." Aldren gestured to the door. "Now go. You have a funeral to prepare for. And a cousin to destroy."

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**That Evening - Draven’s Quarters**

Draven sat at his desk, reviewing everything. The evidence. The alliance. The plan.

Duke Aldric would die within a week. Probably less—Marcus had accelerated the poison.

The funeral would happen immediately after. Three days of mourning, then the succession ceremony.

During the funeral, Draven would present the evidence. Publicly. With Duke Valerius’s support.

Marcus would be arrested. Tried. Executed for patricide and conspiracy.

And Draven would inherit. As the son of the previous Duke, next in line once Marcus was removed.

Simple. Clean. Perfect.

[Quest Progress - "Family Matters": 80% complete]

[ Evidence secured. Ally recruited. Plan finalized.]

[Estimated time until Duke Aldric’s death: 5-7 days]

[Everything’s falling into place. You’re actually going to pull this off.]

A knock at his door.

Draven opened it. Seraphina stood there, looking concerned.

"I heard you visited my father today."

"I did."

"He won’t tell me why. Just said it was ’sensitive political matters.’" She stepped inside, closed the door. "Draven, what’s going on?"

He considered lying. Decided against it.

"Marcus is trying to kill me. I’m preparing to kill him first."

Seraphina’s eyes widened. "What?"

"He’s poisoning Duke Aldric. Plans to frame me for it. Execute me. I found proof. Your father’s helping me expose it."

She processed that. "My father agreed to help you commit political assassination."

"Technically, judicial execution for patricide. But yes."

"Oh my god." She sat on his bed. "This is... you could both die if it goes wrong."

"It won’t."

"You can’t know that."

"I can." Draven knelt in front of her. Took her hands. "Seraphina, I’m going to be Duke. It’s happening. And when it does, I want you by my side. Officially."

"As what?"

"Whatever you want to be. Mistress. Consort. Eventually, maybe more." He squeezed her hands. "But you need to trust me. Can you do that?"

She looked into his eyes. Searching for doubt, for fear.

Found nothing. Just cold certainty.

"You’ve changed," she whispered. "Since the dungeon. You’re... different."

"I know."

"It doesn’t scare you? What you’ve become?"

"No." And it was true. The Abyss Core had taken his fear. Left only purpose. "Does it scare you?"

Seraphina was quiet for a long moment.

Then she leaned forward. Kissed him. "No.

[She’s all in. Ride or die.]

They stayed like that. Two people caught in conspiracy. Planning murder and succession in equal measure.

Outside, the sun set. Darkness falling over the capital.

Somewhere in the Arclight Estate, Duke Aldric coughed blood into a handkerchief. Didn’t have the strength to call for help. Closed his eyes.

Nine days left. Maybe less.

The clock was ticking.

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