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Chapter 88 - 86: The Poor and the Rich · Oct 26, 2026

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152 Chapter 152 143: She Who Eats Shadows 2026-10-26
153 Chapter 153 - 143: She Who Eats Shadows 2026-10-26
154 Chapter 154 - 143: She Who Eats Shadows 2026-10-26
155 Chapter 155 - 144: Christmas Eve 2026-10-26
156 Chapter 156 - 145: Lamb and Cross 2026-10-26
157 Chapter 157 - 146: Legal Principle 2026-10-26
158 Chapter 158 - 146: Legal Principle 2026-10-26
159 Chapter 159 - 146: Legal Principle 2026-10-26
160 Chapter 160 - 147: Wilderness Hunt 2026-10-26
161 Chapter 161 - 148: Highland Summer House 2026-10-26
162 Chapter 162 - 149: Fall-Inducing Fire 2026-10-26
163 Chapter 163 - 149: Fall-Inducing Fire 2026-10-26
164 Chapter 164 - 150: Peat Bog 2026-10-26
165 Chapter 165 - 151: Ether Burst 2026-10-26
166 Chapter 166 - 151: Ether Eruption 2026-10-26
167 Chapter 167 - 152: Adipocere 2026-10-26
168 Chapter 168 - 153: Exoteric Division and Esoteric Division 2026-10-26
169 Chapter 169 - 154: The One Who Steals the Young People’s Shadows 2026-10-26
170 Chapter 170 - 154: The One Who Stole the Young Man’s Shadow 2026-10-26
171 Chapter 171 - 154: The One Who Stole the Young Man’s Shadow 2026-10-26
172 Chapter 172 - 155: Card Array: Crossing Bridge 2026-10-26
173 Chapter 173 - 155: Card Formation: Crossing Bridge 2026-10-26
174 Chapter 174 - 156: New Year’s and the Crossing Veil 2026-10-26
175 Chapter 175 - 157: Spirit Lodging Artifacts 2026-10-26
176 Chapter 176 - 158: Her Children 2026-10-26
177 Chapter 177 - 159: Forged Blade 2026-10-26
178 Chapter 178 - 159: Forged Blade 2026-10-26
179 Chapter 179 - 160: Judgment 2026-10-26
180 Chapter 180 - 160: Judgment 2026-10-26
181 Chapter 181 - 161: Returning to Sleep 2026-10-26
182 Chapter 182 - 162: We Must Rise 2026-10-26
183 Chapter 183 - 162: We Shall Rise 2026-10-26
184 Chapter 184 - 162: We Must Rise 2026-10-26
185 Chapter 185 - 163: Automatic Secretary Doll 2026-10-26
186 Chapter 186 - 163: Automatic Secretary Doll 2026-10-26
187 Chapter 187 - 163: Automatic Secretary Doll 2026-10-26
188 Chapter 188 - 164: Boundary Stone 2026-10-26
189 Chapter 189 - 165: The Essence of Encryption 2026-10-26
190 Chapter 190 - 166: I Have an Expert Ancestor 2026-10-26
191 Chapter 191 - 166: There Was an Expert Among My Ancestors 2026-10-26
192 Chapter 192 - 167: Tribute 2026-10-26
193 Chapter 193 - 168: Mortal Enemy and the New Generation 2026-10-26
194 Chapter 194 - 169: Saint Anne’s Spring 2026-10-26
195 Chapter 195 - 170: Everything’s Fine at Home 2026-10-26
196 Chapter 196 - 170: Everything Is Fine at Home 2026-10-26
197 Chapter 197 - 170: All is Well at Home 2026-10-26
198 Chapter 198 - 171: Observation 2026-10-26
199 Chapter 199 - 171: Observation 2026-10-26
200 Chapter 200 172: Well Forbidden Song 2026-10-26

Montague calmly shut the cabinet door, walked briskly to the front desk on the first floor, and used the phone to dial his grandfather’s private number.

After hearing the description, the Old Count asked just one question.

”Did you touch it?”

”No, grandfather.”

”Good.”

The Old Count told him to leave the library immediately, make no stops on the way home, and cut off all outside contact once he arrived.

The Old Count went to the Royal Academy himself, bringing men with him.

After he met with the department head, the entire departmental library was closed for the night. The official reason given was a ”utility malfunction.”

The Old Count stood before Montague’s locker for about five minutes, then decided his grandson was to refrain from any public activities for the next three months.

Montague wasn’t present; the order was relayed to him after the fact.

”Why?”

”They’ve cast a line, and our family has no need to take the bait. Three months is long enough for their attention to drift elsewhere.”

The Old Count had invited a friend of his, a Secretive One of the Sun Tradition who had reached the Grand Mastery Level.

His method was more ”direct.” Without reciting a single Curse, he simply covered the terracotta coin with his right palm facing down and pressed gently, lowering his hand three inches.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

After the violent booming sounds, he lifted his hand to reveal that not even a speck of ash from the terracotta coin remained.

Throughout the entire process, the Old Count stood by the library window, gazing out at the central lawn.

”Very cunning,” he remarked to the friend beside him.

”Oh?”

”They didn’t go to his bedroom, nor to the family estate. They went for his locker.”

”For our generation, protecting our children has always been focused on the ’home’.”

He turned. ”From now on, we’ll have to rethink our approach.”

.........

Catherine Blackwood found the terracotta coin at a small branch library in the Imperial Capital.

The main campus of Cheltenham Ladies’ College is in Gloucestershire, but it maintains a small branch in the Imperial Capital exclusively for alumnae and upperclassmen to use for research purposes.

Catherine had been granted special permission by the college to use a small reading room at the branch library, furnished with a narrow desk, a lamp, and a wall-mounted bookshelf.

That evening, when she pushed open the door to her reading room, a grayish-white moth was sitting on the desk.

The moth slowly disintegrated under her gaze, its scales dissolving into ashen wisps of smoke that slipped out through the cracks in the window frame.

Where the moth had been, two objects now lay.

The face of the terracotta coin was stamped with a bow and a crescent moon—the emblem of Artemis.

Catherine’s right hand was still on the doorknob, her left still clutching her leather handbag.

She held that pose, staring at the coin for about twenty seconds, then gently pulled the door shut and locked it.

She rounded the desk and approached the coin, but didn’t reach out to touch it.

Catherine had no direct relatives at the Grand Mastery level whom she could ask for help.

Her father had died five years ago in an ”accident.” He was only a Practitioner and hadn’t left much of an inheritance.

If someone were to scan her by some means, the most obvious signal they would detect would be the vestige of the Moon-Hunting Tradition in her bloodline.

She had heard from her uncle that Etheric traits could be passed down to descendants through the bloodline.

Although her family had declined in recent generations, her ancestors had included several Hunters who reached the Grand Mastery Level.

Even though she herself had never undergone any training as a Hunter, her blood still carried a faint trace of it.

They had detected this trace and thus assigned her Artemis.

The Hunting Goddess, a match for the Moon-Hunting Tradition.

Logically, it made sense.

But Catherine realized the problem almost immediately.

’I’ve never walked the path of a Hunter.’

Catherine was at Cheltenham studying Classics on a scholarship for Latin and Rhetoric.

She had excelled at the Cicero Cup in speech and debate, not in swinging a blade to slay monsters.

’If they truly understood me, Nemesis would have been a more fitting choice than Artemis.’

The personification of vengeance. A fire for reckoning burned in her bones.

Catherine turned the terracotta coin over in her hand, her chin lifting slightly.

’Their understanding is shallow.’

’So shallow that they rely solely on Ether Layer detection to label people, without having done even the most basic intelligence gathering.’

Catherine placed the terracotta coin back into its small, hard case and closed the lid.

She didn’t call her uncle.

Her uncle was a Hunter of the Minor Mastery Level; his abilities were limited.

His advice would most likely be, ”Don’t touch it. I’ll hand it over to my superiors to deal with.”

But Catherine had no desire to cede the choice to people she didn’t know.

And besides the four from the Cicero Cup, there were over a dozen of these scattered keepsakes in total.

However, most recipients didn’t even meet the minimum activation standard; the Spirit Realm Messenger would take one look from afar and then simply depart.

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