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Chapter 290: v3 - 51: years in passing · Oct 27, 2026

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251 Chapter 251: v3 - 12: training grounds I 2026-10-27
252 Chapter 252: v3 - 13: training grounds II 2026-10-27
253 Chapter 253: v3 - 14: training grounds III 2026-10-27
254 Chapter 254: v4 - 15: Training grounds IV 2026-10-27
255 Chapter 255: v3 - 16: the first duel I 2026-10-27
256 Chapter 256: v3- - 17: the first duel II 2026-10-27
257 Chapter 257: v3 - 18: the first duel III 2026-10-27
258 Chapter 258: v3 - 19: the first duel IV 2026-10-27
259 Chapter 259: v3 - 20: the first duel V 2026-10-27
260 Chapter 260: v3 - 21: the first duel VI 2026-10-27
261 Chapter 261: v3 - 22:First duel’s aftermath 2026-10-27
262 Chapter 262: v3 - 23: changing seasons 2026-10-27
263 Chapter 263: v3 - 24: unexpected guests I 2026-10-27
264 Chapter 264: v3 - 25: unexpected guests II 2026-10-27
265 Chapter 265: v3 - 26: challenged 2026-10-27
266 Chapter 266: v3 - 27: the challengers I 2026-10-27
267 Chapter 267: v3 - 28: the challengers II 2026-10-27
268 Chapter 268: v3 - 29: the challengers III 2026-10-27
269 Chapter 269: v3 - 30: the challengers IV 2026-10-27
270 Chapter 270: v3 - 31: the challengers V 2026-10-27
271 Chapter 271: v3 - 32: the challengers VI 2026-10-27
272 Chapter 272: v3 - 33: the challengers VII 2026-10-27
273 Chapter 273: v3 - 34: a gamble I 2026-10-27
274 Chapter 274: v3 - 35: a gamble II 2026-10-27
275 Chapter 275: v3 - 36: the first recruit 2026-10-27
276 Chapter 276: v3 - 37: a way forward I 2026-10-27
277 Chapter 277: v3 - 38: a way forward II 2026-10-27
278 Chapter 278: v3 - 39: a way forward III 2026-10-27
279 Chapter 279: v3 - 40: a new beginning I 2026-10-27
280 Chapter 280: v3 - 41: a new beginning II 2026-10-27
281 Chapter 281: v3 - 42: a new beginning III 2026-10-27
282 Chapter 282: v3 - 43: a new beginning IV 2026-10-27
283 Chapter 283: v3 - 44: a new beginning V 2026-10-27
284 Chapter 284: v3 - 45: a new beginning VI 2026-10-27
285 Chapter 285: v3 - 46: Count Carlo of Almery I 2026-10-27
286 Chapter 286: v3 - 47: count carlo of almery II 2026-10-27
287 Chapter 287: v3 - 48: count carlo of almery III 2026-10-27
288 Chapter 288: v3 - 49: His first appearance I 2026-10-27
289 Chapter 289: v3 - 50: His first appearance II 2026-10-27
290 Chapter 290: v3 - 51: years in passing 2026-10-27
291 Chapter 291: v3 - 52: the final six months 2026-10-27
292 Chapter 292: v3 - 53: securing the crown 2026-10-27
293 Chapter 293: v3 - 54: the rewards of victory I 2026-10-27
294 Chapter 294: v3 - 55: the rewards of victory II 2026-10-27
295 Chapter 295: v3 - 56: the truth I 2026-10-27
296 Chapter 296: v3 - 57: the truth II 2026-10-27
297 Chapter 297: v3 - 58: the truth III 2026-10-27
298 Chapter 298: v3 - 59: the road home I 2026-10-27
299 Chapter 299: v3 - 60: the road home II 2026-10-27
300 Chapter 300: v4- - 1: the life she had chosen I 2026-10-27

Chapter 290: v3 Chapter 51: years in passing

The first appearance of Count Carlo of Almery was only the beginning.

Within weeks, the name became familiar.

At first, people knew him simply as the distant cousin of the Kensington family.

Then they began to know him as Carlo.

That distinction mattered.

Marcus continued to introduce him at the more important gatherings, but he gradually stopped needing to.

Once people had met him, invitations began arriving on their own.

Small dinners.

Private gatherings.

Afternoon visits.

Horse races.

Country excursions.

Informal evenings where young nobles gathered away from the stricter atmosphere of court.

Cassian accepted selectively.

He never appeared too eager.

He learned quickly which invitations mattered and which could be ignored.

His tutor proved useful during those first weeks.

The language barrier was the greatest obstacle.

Formal Milician speech came more easily with every lesson, while the tutor filled in the gaps in his knowledge of court terminology, local customs, and the history of the kingdom.

The names of the great houses soon became more familiar.

So did their alliances, rivalries, marriages, and old grievances.

When the tutor explained some custom that differed from what Cassian knew from the Empire, Cassian adapted without difficulty.

The lessons progressed quickly.

Within weeks, he could move through conversation without having to search for the proper words, and he had begun to understand the subtle distinctions that mattered in Milician society.

His fabricated history was established just as carefully.

Count Carlo of Almery acquired a birthplace.

A family tree.

Distant relatives.

A modest estate.

A private education.

A reason for his prolonged absence from society.

The Kensington records supported every detail.

Nothing about the story was remarkable.

That was precisely why it worked.

Almery was small.

The branch was distant.

Carlo had never held a position important enough to attract attention.

There was no famous portrait of him.

No previous appearance at court.

No influential friend who might remember meeting him years earlier.

He simply existed.

And because the people who mattered had already accepted him, everyone else followed.

Marcus became the strongest proof of all.

When he introduced Carlo as his cousin, few people thought to question it.

When someone did, the question rarely went beyond curiosity.

The Kensington family had many branches.

The nobility had many distant relations.

A minor count from a remote county was hardly unusual.

Soon, Carlo was no longer an invention that required explanation.

He was simply there.

And once that happened, Cassian began doing what Lorenz had intended more freely.

He moved.

He listened.

He observed.

He made himself welcome.

He learned who was ambitious.

Who was dissatisfied.

Who was frightened.

Who was secretly opposed to the second prince.

Who admired Lawrence but lacked the courage to declare it.

Who had influence over their fathers.

Who had influence over their wives.

Who could be persuaded.

And who would never be.

Cassian rarely asked direct political questions.

He did not need to.

People spoke when they believed they were speaking to a friend.

Sometimes they spoke because they wanted to impress him.

Sometimes because they wanted his friendship.

Sometimes because they simply enjoyed having someone new to speak with.

Cassian let them.

He remembered everything.

Then, when appropriate, he passed it on.

His reports were rarely dramatic.

They did not need to be.

A name.

A family.

A change in attitude.

A marriage being negotiated.

A disagreement between brothers.

A young heir increasingly frustrated with his father’s neutrality.

A household that had begun speaking favorably of Lawrence.

Small pieces.

Individually insignificant.

Together, they began forming a picture.

And Cassian became increasingly valuable because he was not merely gathering information.

He was building relationships.

Some of the men he met began seeking him out.

They invited him to their estates.

They asked for his opinion.

They introduced him to their brothers.

Their cousins.

Their sisters.

Their friends.

Cassian accepted the attention without allowing himself to become careless.

He understood that every friendship had limits.

Every confidence had a price.

Every person had an ambition.

And every ambition could be useful.

His appearance helped.

There was no denying it.

Women noticed him.

Men remembered him.

Older nobles found him polished.

Younger ones found him interesting.

And because Cassian never seemed desperate to be liked, the attention only increased.

He had discovered something that had once been entirely foreign to him.

Charm could be a weapon.

Not a weapon like the sword.

Something quieter.

Something that left no blood.

But sometimes, it opened doors a sword never could.

He learned to use it.

When a young lady was useful, he gave her his attention.

When a gentleman needed to feel respected, Cassian gave him respect.

When someone wanted to boast, he listened.

When someone wanted advice, he offered just enough.

And when someone wanted to know what Count Carlo thought of the succession, Cassian smiled and reminded them that he was still new to the capital.

He rarely committed himself openly.

That was deliberate.

Carlo was learning.

Carlo was observing.

Carlo had opinions, certainly.

But Carlo was not yet a man who declared them carelessly.

That made people comfortable around him.

They did not feel they were speaking to an agent of the Crown Prince.

They felt they were speaking to a young nobleman trying to understand the complicated world he had entered.

That illusion was perhaps his greatest success.

Lorenz used him accordingly.

Sometimes Cassian attended gatherings with Marcus.

Sometimes he went alone.

Sometimes he appeared beside Lorenz himself.

The distinction was intentional.

When Lorenz needed him publicly, Cassian was introduced as a trusted young nobleman from the Kensington family.

When Lorenz needed him to move quietly, Cassian attended without drawing attention to their connection.

He became a familiar face in places where Lorenz’s representatives might have been viewed with suspicion.

And slowly, doors opened.

Not all of them.

Enough.

Meanwhile, his position beside Lorenz also changed.

What had begun as an improvised appointment became something more established.

Cassian accompanied the Crown Prince on certain journeys.

He attended meetings when his presence was useful.

He remained close during public appearances.

He was often one of the first men Lawrence consulted when a matter involved the younger nobility.

His swordsmanship remained valuable.

But it was no longer the most important thing he offered.

Lorenz had soldiers.

He had commanders.

He had guards.

What he lacked was someone who could stand in a noble gathering and move naturally among people who might otherwise keep their distance.

Cassian could do that.

And he could fight.

That combination made him difficult to replace.

Marcus recognized it first.

Then Lorenz did.

Eventually, others began to notice as well.

The young Count of Almery had become a familiar presence around the Crown Prince’s faction.

Yet he remained just distant enough from it that people continued to wonder where exactly his loyalties lay.

That ambiguity served them well.

Months became a year.

Then another.

The political situation changed.

The King’s illness worsened.

The factions surrounding the succession grew more aggressive.

The second prince’s supporters became bolder.

Lawrence’s position remained legitimate.

But legitimacy alone was not enough.

The court became a place of quiet contests.

A conversation here.

A marriage there.

A promised appointment.

A withdrawn invitation.

A family suddenly changing its position.

A nobleman who had once remained neutral now openly supporting Lawrence.

Another quietly moving toward his brother.

Cassian saw much of it.

He helped where he could.

Sometimes with information.

Sometimes with persuasion.

Sometimes simply by being present in the right room.

He learned patience.

He learned politics.

And, perhaps most importantly, he learned that winning people did not always mean convincing them.

Sometimes it meant giving them enough reason to believe that supporting Lorenz had been their own idea.

That was the work he became best at.

Robert, meanwhile, proved just as useful in a different way.

His speed and easy charm made him valuable to the intelligence network.

He could gather information quickly and disappear before anyone thought much of his presence.

Alex became dependable within the security structure.

Gary, younger than the others, continued learning and gradually earned greater responsibility.

The four men who had once fought simply to survive the Arena now occupied very different positions.

They were no longer arena fighters.

They were servants of a cause.

And the cause was becoming increasingly dangerous.

Cassian never forgot why he had accepted it.

He wanted to return home.

Every achievement brought him closer to that possibility.

Every alliance strengthened Lorenz.

Every successful mission bought him another step toward freedom.

Yet there were nights when the capital quieted and the palace lights burned late into the darkness, when Cassian would think of the Empire.

Of Ashford.

Of the life he had lost.

And of Marian.

Twenty-three months became two years.

Two years became Four.

He still did not know what had happened to her.

He had no reliable way to find out.

And he could not risk using Lawrence’s network for something so personal while the succession remained uncertain.

Not yet.

He needed his own freedom first.

His own people.

His own resources.

Until then, he could only wait.

So he continued.

He became Count Carlo of Almery.

He became a trusted presence around Lawrence.

He became useful to the faction that would eventually determine the future of Milicia.

And slowly, almost imperceptibly, the balance began to shift.

Not because one battle had been won.

Not because one noble house had suddenly changed sides.

But because, over the course of years, Lawrence had accumulated something far more difficult to take away.

People.

Support.

Information.

Trust.

And men willing to stand beside him when the succession finally came.

By the time the King’s condition deteriorated beyond recovery, Lawrence was no longer simply the legitimate heir waiting for his turn.

He had become the center of a powerful coalition.

And Count Carlo of Almery had helped build it.

The final struggle was approaching.

Cassian could feel it.

And for the first time since the day he had fallen from the cliff, the road home no longer seemed impossibly distant.

It was still ahead of him.

But now, he could see it.

Tbc

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