I Have Reincarnated Yet Once Again-Chapter 14: – The Stirring Silence.

[System Message: Emotional disturbance detected. Recalibrating mental equilibrium...]

[Status: Stable.]

The system's message hovered briefly in her vision, then vanished like a sigh.

She didn't react to it.

The cold in her chest lingered. It had arrived with the dream, and now, with the memory.

Evelyn stepped away from the window, her bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her movements were deliberate, each step smooth and practiced as though she'd walked the path a thousand times before.

Her thoughts, however, were anything but composed.

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In the main palace,

Far from Evelyn's quiet solitude, Empress Florina stood tall in her private solar. The soft morning light played across the intricate embroidery of her silk robes, her gloved fingers rested lightly atop entirely on the parchment before her—a newly delivered prophecy scroll.

Her brows furrowed as she read the verses once more, each word weighing heavier than the last.

Near the arched window, Curtis stood silently, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze distant.

"What do you think?" Florina asked, her voice sharp yet composed.

Empress Florina: "What does this prophecy mean?"

Curtis didn't speak right away. His eyes flicked toward the scroll. The room held its breath.

Curtis: "The words are vague. White veil... silence... lies. It's difficult to understand who it's referring to."

"Yet you seem troubled." Her tone was calm, but edged with steel.

Empress Florina: "What's bothering you?"

At last, Curtis turned. His sharp green eyes gleamed with quiet calculation.

Curtis: "This prophecy... It feels off. Different from the others."

Florina's lips curled into a smirk tinged with bitterness.

Empress Florina: "Doesn't matter. If it's a fluke, we discard it. But if it holds truth, we need to test whether it serves our cause—or stands against us."

Curtis remained silent, the sun ray casting long shadows across his face.

Empress Florina stepped toward the arched window, gazing out toward the distant horizon.

Empress Florina: "The stars shall blink, the sun shall fade... The world shall shift when silence turns."

Her gloved hand met the cool surface of the glass window.

Empress Florina: "This power, whatever it is... we must claim it. If we cannot, we destroy it. Before it stands against us."

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That night,

in the forgotten corners of the Black Rose Palace, Evelyn sat cross-legged on a worn cushion in the long-abandoned library. Dust clung to the towering shelves, and ancient books lay scattered like fallen leaves.

The Black Rose Palace held a grand library of its own, once a treasure trove of knowledge and secrets. But time had not been kind to it. Neglected for years, the vast room now wore a heavy shroud of dust.

Rust clung to the iron shelves, and cobwebs laced the corners like faded memories. The scent of old parchment and forgotten days hung thick in the air, a quiet testament to the years of silence that had settled within its walls.

The candle beside Evelyn flickered gently, casting a soft golden hue over the brittle pages of the book she studied. She sat still, unmoving, even as molten wax dripped slowly down the side.

She turned another page. The silence was almost sacred.

Then, without warning—a ripple.

No voice. No breath. Just...

A pull.

A strange, subtle sensation that brushed against her awareness like silk.

Her head lifted sharply.

[> System Alert: Temporal fluctuation detected. External divine force is attempting to locate Host.]

[Countermeasures activated. Location obfuscated.]

[Threat Level: Mild. Monitoring...]

Evelyn blinked.

A divine force?

Before she could fully process the thought, a sudden gust swept through the library, extinguishing the candle. The room plunged into darkness. Pages rustled violently, caught in a phantom storm.

Yet Evelyn sat there, unbothered. Her eyes narrowed faintly, calm in the chaos.

Evelyn: "Someone's trying to find me? Why? I don't remember doing anything..."

Confusion flickered across her face. She was nothing more than a forgotten shadow in this palace—abandoned, unseen. No one should be searching for her. So why...

Evelyn: [If they're trying to locate me... then they don't really know who I am.]

She closed the book slowly, her expression unreadable.

Darkness settled around her like a cloak, and the silence returned. But the air felt different now. Watched. Tensed.

Evelyn slowly got up, her fingers clenched at her side as an unfamiliar chill spread through her spine. The flickering candle had gone out minutes ago, but the darkness in the room now felt... alive.

Evelyn: "System, initiate full concealment protocol. I don't want anyone sensing my presence."

[System Acknowledged: Full Concealment Protocol Initiated. All soul traces, magical signatures, and dimensional fluctuations have been suppressed. Host is now undetectable to divine senses.]

The glow of the system interface disappeared a moment later, leaving the room blanketed in absolute silence.

Why me?

Evelyn's thoughts raced as she stood in the pitch-dark library, lit only by the faint luminescence of the moon filtering through the dust-coated window. She could feel her heart beating—steadily, but with tension.

Evelyn: [I didn't do anything. So, why is someone trying to locate me on the contrary, a divine force.]

[System Update: Detection attempt has ceased. External force appears to have withdrawn. No breach occurred.]

Evelyn let out a breath, slow and quiet.

Evelyn: "So they gave up..."

She stepped back toward the old desk and lifted the book she had been reading before the interruption. Its cover was cracked and faded, the title barely legible.

Her fingers paused on the spine.

"War of Valenthria."

Her lips moved in a whisper, voice low.

Evelyn: "War of Velanthria..."

It was a book she found tucked away in a sealed section of the Black Rose library—its entrance hidden behind a forgotten shelf. It appeared to be an highly classified book, one not meant for outsider access—its contents hidden away, reserved only for those with the highest clearance or bloodbound rights. Maybe.

Evelyn (coldly): "So, it has become a forbidden history."

She lowered herself back onto the cushion, the ancient book resting in her hands. Though her posture relaxed, her mind remained razor-sharp. The concealment protocol was flawless—but that wasn't the real issue.

Who was trying to detect her?

And more importantly—

Why?

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Evelyn (firmly): "System, lock access to this library. Reinforce with spatial folds. I don't want to be disturbed again. I want it invisible—even to divine senses."

[Command received. Spatial Fold Initiated. Library is now sealed under triple-layered illusion arrays. Divine-grade concealment in place.]

The air shimmered faintly, like a ripple through water, then stilled once more.

Evelyn scanned the space around her, now blanketed in an eerie, untouched quiet.

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That same night—

Far beyond the palace walls, the skies began to stir. Clouds twisted unnaturally, coiling into shapes that defied all earthly logic. The stars blinked. Once. Twice. Then dimmed, their light swallowed into something far older than night.

In the Temple of Spirits, far across the kingdom, High Priest Haden stood atop the wind-swept terrace. His ceremonial robes billowed as the air thickened, charged with the scent of rain and fate.

His eyes narrowed, fixed on the strange phenomenon unraveling across the sky.

Haden: "It has begun."

His whisper was barely audible, lost in the howling wind.

But the world heard it.

And in the depths of its silence—

it stirred.