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Heir of the White Lotus (Web Novel) - Chapter 1461: Light and Shadow
Chapter 1461: Light and Shadow
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What was a spy?A spy was not a hero. Heroes were remembered. They were named, they were praised.
But a spy was forgotten by design. They didn’t swing swords in the open or shout their victories to the world.
No.
They watch. They wait. And when the moment comes, they act just enough to keep the world from tipping too far in one direction.
They traded certainty for doubt, and force for patience. They gather truths others would rather bury, and decide which of them must be brought into the light... and which are safe in the shadow.
If they did their work well, nothing changed. Cities stood. Wars didn’t start. Tyrants stumbled before they could even rise.
They didn’t seek loyalty. They didn’t demand faith.
All they asked was judgment, the kind that knew when to intervene and when to walk away. Because the hardest part of spycraft wasn’t doing something terrible for a good cause. It was doing nothing at all...
These words became the foundation upon which the Twilight Brotherhood was built.
From its inception, the Brotherhood rejected banners, titles, and open authority. Its founder believed that power wielded openly invited resistance, corruption, and pride.
However, power wielded quietly could guide events without drawing the eye.
Thus, the Brotherhood chose the twilight, for it was the space between light and shadow, action and restraint.
Its members were taught that prevention mattered more than victory. A war averted was more than a war won. A tyrant stopped before rising was preferable to one slain after tens of thousands had suffered.
The Twilight Brotherhood did not exist to rule, judge, or save the world.
No.
It existed to keep the world from breaking.
Secrecy was not a shield, but a responsibility. Its members were compartmentalized, knowing only what they needed to act. Names were disposable. Credit was forbidden.
If this secret order’s work was visible, it meant someone had failed.
Above all, the Brotherhood valued judgment.
Not righteousness. Not obedience.
Judgment.
The teachings of the Brotherhood deeply shaped Adam in his early life.
He was taught that attention was a liability, that power used openly invited scrutiny. Still, there were instances where he couldn’t help but draw attention to himself.
The reason was simple: the hotbloodedness of youth.
The people who survived the longest were the ones no one remembered. From a young age, he learned to value restraint over recognition and outcomes over appearances.
Or at least, he tried to.
The Brotherhood stressed that influence did not require visibility. A problem solved quietly was better than one solved loudly. If no one knew you were involved, then nothing could be traced back to you, and nothing could be used against you.
Adam took this lesson to heart.
As a result, he always chose to remain low-key. He avoided drawing notice, avoided taking credit, and avoided standing at the center of events.
Being a faceless Magus was not a sacrifice to him. It was a natural extension of how he understood the world.
But the Brotherhood he once looked up to was no longer the same...
Somewhere along the way, things had gone wrong. Terribly wrong. The Cult had wormed its way into the upper echelons, embedding itself where decisions were made and authority was concentrated.
At first, the changes were subtle. But over time, those changes became patterns. The emphasis on balance gave way to manipulation. What had once been a network meant to prevent disasters was slowly being reshaped into a tool for the Cult Leader’s evil machinations.
The Brotherhood still spoke of discretion and order, but its foundation was being altered from within.
Where did things go wrong? Adam thought to himself as he concealed his presence within the packed crowd of the Trade Ward.
Wearing Kenny’s face, he trailed the carriage at a careful distance as it moved through the bustling district. Several guards escorted it. They were constantly vigilant of their surroundings.
He used the crowd, shifting sides and routes to avoid being noticed, never staying in one place for too long. He couldn’t use magic. All he had were his own skills. Besides, he wasn’t planning to use magic, to begin with.
Not only were the members of the Brotherhood secretly watching him, observing how he carried out the task, but he also wanted to take this opportunity to sharpen his spycraft.
Of course, he made sure not to reveal too much of his skills. He would show just enough to be labeled a genius, but not nearly enough to be called a monstrous prodigy.
His target was Baron Alan Veyne
To the public eye, Veyne was a model citizen of Springdale, someone who had attained the title of nobility through sheer hard work and networking.
He owned a few successful ventures across the Trade Ward, such as riverfront warehouses that handled textiles and spices, a well-established carriage leasing company, and a number of lodging houses used by merchants and travelers passing through the city.
His accounts were clean, his taxes were paid on time, and his reputation was carefully maintained. Moreover, he also happened to know quite a few influential people within the city.
This was the information Adam had managed to gather in the past three weeks. The Brotherhood had given him no other intel except the target’s name.
This was a test, after all.
So in the three weeks since receiving the mission, he had managed to gather a lot of intelligence on his target. But he knew this was just what was on the surface. Or else the Brotherhood wouldn’t have assigned him this mission.
Behind the facade lurked something much darker...
Tonight, Adam was going to find out.
Just as he was following the Baron, lost in thought about how the Brotherhood had fallen and what he could do to make things right, he noticed the carriage taking a different route from the one it had followed over the past few weeks.
His eyes narrowed, and he quickly changed to another set of garments and nonchalantly followed behind the carriage from a suitable distance.
The carriage took several detours, almost as if wanting to lose any possible tails. This made Adam further suspicious. He spread his senses outward and noticed that there were a handful of scouts in the vicinity, who were looking for potential tails.
However, Adam concealed his presence expertly, hiding himself even without the use of magic.
At last, after several long minutes, the carriage stopped in front of a warehouse in the River Ward, one owned by the Baron himself.
The target stepped out of the carriage, then entered the warehouse, surrounded by his guards.
Adam remained stationed in the distance, huddled among a group of homeless beggars. It wasn’t the time to infiltrate the warehouse. He had to be patient.
He waited for several more minutes. Almost half an hour later, another party arrived at the warehouse.
And that’s when Adam made his move...
