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Chapter 299 You really....

The tea had been brought to the small side parlor, a space more intimate than the grand dining hall. The low table was set with fine porcelain cups, steam curling lazily upward from freshly poured tea. Nadoka had excused herself shortly after breakfast, leaving only the Marquis, Valeria, and Lucavion to carry on the conversation—or what was left of it after the morning's tension.The Marquis sat back in his chair, his hands wrapped around his teacup, his posture more relaxed than it had been earlier. Still, his sharp gaze flicked between Lucavion and Valeria, his mind clearly working through the implications of the discussion.

Lucavion, as unbothered as ever, lounged in his seat, his teacup balanced lightly between his fingers. His smirk had softened into something more thoughtful, though the glint in his eyes suggested his mind was far from idle. Valeria sat stiffly, her cup untouched as her hands rested on her knees. Her face betrayed little, but her posture was rigid—her mind, too, was far from at ease.

The Marquis broke the silence first, his tone measured. "You've given me much to consider, Lucavion," he said, setting his cup down with deliberate precision. "Your proposal is… bold, to say the least. It has the potential to reshape the dynamics of this region, and perhaps even the Empire itself."

Lucavion inclined his head slightly, the faintest trace of amusement playing at the corners of his lips. "I only suggest what the situation demands, Marquis. Nothing more, nothing less."

The Marquis's eyes narrowed slightly. "And yet, the consequences of such an action could ripple far beyond what you've outlined. It's not only the Cloud Heavens Sect that would be affected, but every noble, every faction with a vested interest in maintaining the status quo. Even with evidence, such an act would undoubtedly provoke retaliation."

Lucavion sipped his tea, unhurried. "True," he conceded, setting the cup down with a quiet clink. "But retaliation, Marquis, is a response—a reaction to strength. And strength," he added, his voice lowering slightly, "is what the Olarion name represents. Isn't it, Valeria?"

Valeria stiffened, her gaze snapping to him. "The Olarion name stands for justice and honor," she replied sharply. "Not reckless destruction."

Lucavion chuckled softly, leaning back with an air of nonchalance. "Of course, of course. Justice and honor—noble ideals indeed. But ideals don't mean much without the strength to uphold them. That's what I'm suggesting, Valeria. A chance to bring the Olarion legacy to the forefront, to make it a name that commands respect, not just in the central politics of the Empire but across its borders."

The Marquis watched their exchange in silence, his expression unreadable. He tapped a finger lightly against the edge of his cup, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. His original proposal to Valeria had been calculated—a way to bring the Olarion family into his sphere of influence. Their connections to the central nobility, while diminished, were still valuable. Their history as knights, protectors of the Empire, carried a weight that few could match.

But Lucavion's audacious plan had changed the game. If the Olarions were to spearhead this crusade against the Cloud Heavens Sect, they wouldn't be a family he could control. They would be partners—equals. And while that shift in dynamic complicated his plans, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The Olarions' history could be wielded as a powerful symbol, uniting people under a banner of righteousness.

The Marquis finally spoke, his tone careful. "Lucavion, you suggest a path that would place the Olarions at the forefront of this crusade. But tell me—what role do you see for me in this grand scheme of yours?"

Lucavion's smirk widened slightly, his expression almost playful as he leaned forward, setting his teacup down gently on its saucer. "A grand scheme?" he echoed, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. "No, Marquis, it's nothing so elaborate. It's just a change in the wind—that's all."

His gaze sharpened slightly as he continued, his tone light but carrying an undeniable weight. "And truth be told, I think you're far more qualified to answer that question than I am. After all, I don't do anything, Marquis. I simply observe and present opportunities. What you choose to do with them… that's entirely up to you."

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Lucavion spread his hands in a gesture of casual surrender, leaning back into his chair with an air of finality. "You have the evidence you need. Everything else? Well, it's your decision."

The Marquis's sharp gaze lingered on Lucavion for a long moment, studying him as though

The time for departure was coming, after all…..