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My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 433 - 435: Morning Tea · Nov 08, 2026

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401 Chapter 401 - 402: Money Making Mechanic 2026-11-08
402 Chapter 402 - 403: Trouble In His Future 2026-11-08
403 Chapter 403 - 404: Knowledge In The Dark 2026-11-08
404 Chapter 404 - 405: Separation 2026-11-08
405 Chapter 405 - 406: Closest To His Heart 2026-11-08
406 Chapter 406 - 407: I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream 2026-11-08
407 Chapter 407 - 408 Death Seeker 2026-11-08
408 Chapter 408 - 409: Ten Thousands Foes To Sanity 2026-11-08
409 Chapter 409 - 410: Whisper From The Heart 2026-11-08
410 Chapter 410 - 411: Whisper Coin 2026-11-08
411 Chapter 411 - 412: Ruin Knight 2026-11-08
412 Chapter 412 - 413: All Things Unwhispered 2026-11-08
413 Chapter 413 - 414: A Master Of Denial 2026-11-08
414 Chapter 414 - 415: Cruelty Of The Truth 2026-11-08
415 Chapter 415 - 416: Dual Attribute 2026-11-08
416 Chapter 416 - 417: What Comes After Ruin 2026-11-08
417 Chapter 417 - 418: The Last Ascendant 2026-11-08
418 Chapter 418 - 419: The Silent Halls Without War 2026-11-08
419 Chapter 419 - 420: Full Circle 2026-11-08
420 Chapter 420 - 421: Legends Of Tomorrow 2026-11-08
421 Chapter 421 - 422 /423: Signs Of Trying Times 2026-11-08
422 Chapter 422 - 424: Ice Bath [bonus - ] 2026-11-08
423 Chapter 423 - 425: Assertive 2026-11-08
424 Chapter 424 - 426: Gladstone 2026-11-08
425 Chapter 425 - 427: The Expected Incident 2026-11-08
426 Chapter 426 - 428: Relaxed Too Soon 2026-11-08
427 Chapter 427 - 429: A Father Before A Distant Ruler 2026-11-08
428 Chapter 428 - 430: Lumos 2026-11-08
429 Chapter 429 - 431: Grand Duke 2026-11-08
430 Chapter 430 - 432: Nostalgia 2026-11-08
431 Chapter 431 - 433: From Victim To Villain 2026-11-08
432 Chapter 432 - 434: Irrefutable Evidence 2026-11-08
433 Chapter 433 - 435: Morning Tea 2026-11-08
434 Chapter 434 - 436: Damon The Ascendant 2026-11-08
435 Chapter 435 - 437: May I Have This Dance 2026-11-08
436 Chapter 436 - 438: Gardenias 2026-11-08
437 Chapter 437 - 439: Someone I Have My Eyes On 2026-11-08
438 Chapter 438 - 440: Has Never Known Humility 2026-11-08
439 Chapter 439 - 441: Gap In Power 2026-11-08
440 Chapter 440 - 442: Honor Bound To Leave 2026-11-08
441 Chapter 441 - 443: The Duke’s Evil Intentions 2026-11-08
442 Chapter 442 - 444: Reunion To Ruin 2026-11-08
443 Chapter 443 - 445: Blast Away 2026-11-08
444 Chapter 444 - 446: New Type Of Bullying 2026-11-08
445 Chapter 445 - 447: Oath 2026-11-08
446 Chapter 446 - 448: Unrelenting 2026-11-08
447 Chapter 447 - 449: No Payment For A Hero 2026-11-08
448 Chapter 448 - 450: Racist, Supremacist Assholes 2026-11-08
449 Chapter 449 - 451: Catching Damon Grey 2026-11-08
450 Chapter 450 - 452: Welcome Back To Aether Academy 2026-11-08

Chapter 433: Chapter 435: Morning Tea

The gentle breeze of the morning brushed past his face, carrying the lingering scent of breakfast.

The fragrance of tea hung thick in the air—aromatic, but not overwhelming.

Pleasant.

A wide balcony overlooked the courtyard training ground below, where armored knights clashed in drills under the rising sun.

Despite the steel ringing and orders being shouted, this place—this pavilion set on green grass, ringed with flowers—felt untouched by the chaos beneath.

Damon sat calmly, a teacup in hand, his eyes fixed on the chessboard before him.

The board wasn’t standard. Each piece was a carved figure: dragons, elves, fae, centaurs... even demons.

Every piece had its own unique movement set.

And while Damon was holding his own... he was losing.

His opponent was simply too good.

The Grand Duke smiled faintly. Damon had put up an impressive fight for someone so young.

Truth be told, he could’ve ended the game from the very beginning—but he wanted it to last a little longer.

”It’s your move, boy.”

Damon nodded and set down his cup.

This was the third day he’d spent in the Brightwater Estate.

And each morning, without fail, he shared breakfast with the Grand Duke. Just the two of them.

By this point, Damon was almost certain.

He just needed one single piece of proof.

To get it, he’d need to sneak into the Duke’s wing of the palace—one that few were allowed to enter.

But that was fine.

He had a plan.

There was a ball tonight. The Grand Duke would attend, which meant he wouldn’t be in his wing.

And unlike him... I can be in two places at once.

He smiled and made his move, capturing two of the Grand Duke’s pieces with a subtle flourish.

The old man was good. Too good.

”Tell me, Damon... what do you think wins wars?”

Damon wore a thoughtful expression, though his mind was already far elsewhere.

The Grand Duke loved to talk politics at breakfast—every day, without fail.

Ordinarily, Damon might’ve been out of his depth.

But thanks to Lilith, who drilled it into his head for their future ambitions, he was more than prepared.

”War can be won by many factors... just as many can cause losses.”

The Grand Duke nodded slowly, sipping his tea.

”Have you heard of the Battle of Halrem Pass? It was quite recent.”

Damon looked up at him.

”I wouldn’t call something that happened almost ten years ago recent,” he replied.

”But yes, I’m aware of the disastrous losses the goddess races suffered there.”

The Grand Duke made another move—shattering six of Damon’s pieces in a single sweep.

”Why do you think that battle was lost? It was the first battle of the most recent Demon Wars, yet we began with defeat.”

Damon glanced down at the board.

Couldn’t this old man hold back a little? I’m only seventeen...

”The official story was that the demon army had more high-ranked fighters on the battlefield.”

The Grand Duke leaned forward, interested.

”But you have a different opinion.”

Damon nodded.

”Yes... Halrem is a pass that leads to the sea between Soltheon and Centros. The demons secured their logistics line. Meanwhile, the goddess races ignored supply lines in favor of firepower.”

He looked back at the board. ”In war... logistics always wins.”

The Grand Duke smiled, clearly pleased.

”You have a sound strategic mind. Where were youngsters like you when the war started?”

Damon smiled back, but this time... it was sharp.

”Probably in my mother’s arms... before she got dragged into the war. I would imagine the loss at Halrem was the reason the demon army made it so far inland.”

The Grand Duke faltered, just briefly. Damon didn’t miss it.

He used that moment to go on the offensive, shifting the game in his favor and aiming for the jugular.

Naturally, he had been snooping around.

He’d tried using astral projection to reach the Grand Duke’s private wing, but ultimately gave up the idea.

Still, he’d learned enough.

For instance, the Grand Duke kept a portrait of his late daughter in his room.

”That was a nice move,” the old man admitted.

Damon smiled faintly. ”Thank you, Your Grace.”

He remained cautious. The old man didn’t exude hostility—but if this chess game was any clue, then he was more than capable of toying with people.

Damon had seen many faces wear masks in his life.

Being betrayed by blood was nothing new.

He had long stopped expecting anything from those who shared his bloodline.

More importantly...

’How do I politely get out of here?’

Down below, Evangeline had entered the courtyard. She and Leona looked to be preparing for a sparring match.

Damon leaned forward with a smirk.

”That looks intriguing. Mind if I test my mantle against the famed knights of the Brightwater Duchy?”

The Grand Duke nodded. ”By all means... however, you should wear this.”

With a motion of his hand, he pulled something from his spatial ring.

It was a hooded outfit—black with golden embroidery, tailored and elegant.

Damon took it, unfolding the fabric. It shimmered slightly in the morning light.

The texture. The aura.

”Karfe...” he whispered.

A magical thread. Durable. Able to change color to match any outfit.

And very, very expensive.

’How many million zeni is this worth on the market...?’

The Grand Duke’s gaze fell on the crown atop Damon’s head.

”That crown may cause some trouble. But if you wear a hood of such quality, few will notice. Think of it as a small gift.”

’Several million zeni is a small gift.’

Damon nodded, accepting the hood. It shifted in color to match his current clothes.

He pulled it over his head and observed himself through his shadow.

The crown still gleamed faintly beneath... but at least it was hidden now.

The Grand Duke smiled. ”You may wear that to the ball tonight. The press will be in attendance... as well as every noble in the region.”

Damon nodded quietly.

”There’s no need to worry. Even after you leave, if someone causes trouble over the crown on your head... you need only inform me.”

It was almost a touching gesture.

Almost.

If he wasn’t already drowning in suspicion.

”Thank you, Your Grace... I’ll keep that in mind.”

Damon stood and turned toward the balcony’s edge.

Then, without hesitation, he jumped down.

Wind rushed past him as he landed near the training knights.

’Let’s hope Lilith got my message.’

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