THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR-Chapter 304: NIGHT CONVERSATIONS

Back at camp, Luna had already prepared a fire pit and laid out their provisions for the evening meal. Her eyes narrowed slightly as they returned, noting the changed dynamic between them but making no comment.

As the day’s light faded and stars began to appear overhead, the three travelers sat around the small fire, its flames carefully shielded to prevent detection from a distance. They spoke little, each occupied with their own thoughts.

Elara studied the map of their route to Valemir, memorizing key landmarks and potential dangers. Occasionally, her hand would rise to touch her face, as if reassuring herself that her disguise remained intact. The Archon of Lysora, reduced to a fugitive on mountain paths—it was a bitter transformation to accept.

Yet as she watched David and Luna across the firelight, she felt an unexpected twinge in her chest when Luna leaned close to David, whispering something that made him nod in understanding. There was an effortless intimacy between them—a silent language of gestures and glances that spoke of a bond forged through experiences Elara couldn’t begin to fathom.

The sensation that washed over her was unfamiliar and unwelcome. She was the Archon of Lysora, accustomed to standing apart, above personal entanglements. Yet here she sat, inexplicably bothered by the casual way Luna’s hand brushed David’s shoulder as she passed him a water skin.

What is wrong with me? Elara thought, forcing her attention back to the map in her hands.

This journey was about vengeance for her uncle, about uncovering a demonic plot—not about whatever had almost happened in the forest. She pushed away the confusing feelings, focusing instead on the growing sense that something larger was unfolding around them. She could feel it in the way David spoke, in the mysteries that surrounded him and his enigmatic companion.

"We should reach the trade route by midday tomorrow," David said, interrupting her thoughts. "Yue and Litty should already be there waiting for us at the Crossroads Inn."

"Your alchemist and her daughter," Elara remarked, recalling the unusual pair from the dungeon raid. "I’m still surprised you sent them ahead."

David’s lips curved into a slight smile. "I have some business to discuss with Yue regarding her alchemical research. Her expertise in that field is quite... unique."

"Is that why you’re so eager to meet with her?" Elara asked, her tone carefully neutral despite the strange feeling returning to her chest.

"Partly," David admitted. "But there’s also the practical matter of transportation. Yue has secured us passage in a merchant carriage that regularly travels between provinces. The driver has arrangements with guards at several checkpoints along the route to Valemir—they’ll barely glance at his passengers."

"A private carriage would certainly be more comfortable than walking," Luna observed.

"And safer for someone trying to avoid recognition," David added with a meaningful glance at Elara. "From the trade route, we’ll join the regular caravan traffic to Valemir. Merchants, pilgrims, adventurers—with Yue’s arrangements, we’ll pass through like any other travelers seeking opportunity in the capital."

"And once we arrive?" Elara asked.

"We hide in plain sight," Luna answered, her melodic voice carrying in the still night air. "The capital is the perfect place to disappear—crowded, chaotic, filled with newcomers. As the old saying goes, ’the safest place to hide is under the demon’s nose.’"

David nodded. "While we observe and listen. The demon that took your uncle’s form has connections in Valemir—powerful ones. They won’t expect us to enter their territory so boldly. We’ll identify their network while they search for us elsewhere."

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David nodded in agreement. "Count Nicalo was just one piece on the board. We need to understand the entire game before we make our play."

Elara gazed up at the stars, thinking of David’s mother and her stories. Somewhere up there, was her uncle watching? Was he waiting for justice, for release?

"Rest," David advised, noting her exhaustion. "I’ll take first watch."

As Elara settled into her bedroll, the mountain wind carrying the scent of pine and distant snow, she found herself thinking of maps—not her uncle’s esoteric collections, but the map of their current journey. Every step took them further from the familiar comforts of Lysora and deeper into uncertainty.

Yet for the first time since discovering the truth about Count Nicalo, she felt a flicker of something beyond grief and rage. It wasn’t quite hope—not yet—but perhaps the beginning of a path that might eventually lead there.

The stars continued their silent vigil overhead as the fire burned down to embers, and the night wrapped around the three travelers like a cloak of shadows.

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Miles ahead on the main trade route, a different scene unfolded beneath the same stars.

A caravan of merchants had formed a circle with their wagons, creating a protected encampment for the night. Guards and hired adventurers patrolled the perimeter, keeping watch for bandits or beasts that might threaten their goods and lives. At the center, a massive bonfire roared, casting dancing shadows across the faces of travelers gathered to share warmth, stories, and food before the next day’s journey.

Among them, perched on a log near the fire’s warmth, sat a figure whose youthful appearance belied her true age. Yue, the S-class elven alchemist, looked no older than a child of ten or eleven—a cruel joke played by fate and magical backlash. Her cheeks were streaked with tears as she stuffed her face with barbecued meat, the juices running down her chin onto her expensive traveling clothes.

"It’s not fair," she mumbled between bites, her voice muffled by the food. "After centuries of research... to be reduced to this..." She gestured at her childlike body with obvious disgust before tearing into another skewer of meat.

Seated beside her, Litty sighed and gently patted her mother’s head. Despite appearing several years older than Yue, Litty’s mannerisms revealed the true parent-child relationship between them.

"Mother, please. It’s been days of this," Litty said, attempting to wipe her mother’s face with a handkerchief. "You need to move on. We’re fortunate to have another opportunity at all."

Yue sniffled dramatically, reaching for another skewer. "Easy for you to say. You’re not trapped in a body that gets patted on the head by strangers or offered children’s portions at inns!"

Several merchants nearby chuckled at what they assumed was a precocious child’s theatrics, having no idea they were witnessing the tantrum of an ancient elven master.

Litty leaned closer, lowering her voice. "We both know why we joined that raid. The Codex was your only hope to reverse the mana glut, to restore your true form. But Salomonis confirmed what deep down you already knew—there is no simple solution."

Yue’s shoulders slumped, her appetite momentarily diminished by the painful truth. For decades, she had pursued every rumor of ancient knowledge that might help reverse the catastrophic magical accident that had transformed her. The Codex of Solomon had been her most promising lead in years.

When Salomonis had finally examined the artifact after their return from Leviathan’s Abyss, his conclusion had crushed her remaining hope. The Codex contained vast magical knowledge, yes, but nothing that could safely reverse the disrupted mana flow that kept her locked in this juvenile form.

"And now we’re in servitude to that... that..." Yue gestured vaguely in the direction they expected David to arrive from tomorrow.

"He offered to help when no one else would," Litty reminded her gently. "His methods might be unorthodox, but his knowledge is unlike anything I’ve encountered."

What Litty didn’t add was the memory of David’s expression when he had made his offer—that mischievous smile that had sent a chill down her spine. While her mother had seen only salvation, Litty had recognized the look of someone who knew exactly how valuable their assistance would be. They weren’t partners in this arrangement; they were assets, acquired at the precise moment of Yue’s greatest vulnerability.

"Did you secure the carriage?" Litty asked, changing the subject.

Yue nodded, her momentary melancholy replaced by professional pride. "Of course. Merchant Hassim owes me a debt for the preservation elixirs I created for his exotic fruit exports. His carriage passes between provinces regularly, and his arrangements with the checkpoint guards are... substantial."

"And our supplies?"

"Everything David requested." Yue patted a satchel at her side. "Rare ingredients, specialized equipment, all of it. Though what he intends to use ground phoenix feathers and moon-touched silver for, I cannot begin to imagine."

Litty’s expression softened as she watched her mother regain her composure. Despite her childlike appearance, Yue remained one of the most knowledgeable alchemists in the empire and the elven woods. Whatever David’s plans, her mother’s expertise would be essential.

"He’ll be here tomorrow?" Litty confirmed.

"Midday, if they maintained the pace Salomonis outlined." Yue wiped her hands on a napkin, her earlier dramatics settling into thoughtful concentration. "I’ve arranged a private dining area at the Crossroads Inn where we can speak without being overheard."

In the dancing firelight, mother and daughter fell silent, each contemplating the path that had led them here and the uncertain journey that lay ahead. The great bonfire crackled, sending sparks spiraling toward the stars—the same stars that watched over David, Luna, and Elara in their mountain camp miles away.

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Two parties, bound by circumstance and necessity, would converge tomorrow at the crossroads. What awaited them in Valemir remained shrouded in mystery, but one thing was certain—the game they were about to play was far more dangerous than any dungeon raid, with stakes higher than any of them had faced before.

Litty reached out and squeezed her mother’s small hand, offering comfort without words. Yue returned the pressure, her ancient eyes reflecting the firelight and, perhaps, a glimmer of something like hope.

The long road to Valemir stretched before them, and somewhere in that sprawling capital lay answers—about demons wearing human faces, about ancient magical secrets, and about a young man named David whose true nature remained the greatest mystery of all.