Published at 15th of April 2026 12:10 am

Chapter 131. The Plan

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First, we need confirmation, Luna spoke, to which William nodded.

Both elves and the Aquientie were moved off our floor and into the nobles wingwe cant just barge in. If theyre kept in their rooms with the Riswalts to watch them, theres no way we can get in if they refuse communication, QShar said.

Silence descended over the room.

Can you check who is watching over them? I asked, a scrap of a plan forming in my mind.

No, but we can find out which rooms theyre in. We have someone on the nobles floor. Getting to them is impossible, thoughI bet only the Riswalts will be allowed communication before tomorrow.

Maybe have someone sneak in? Ophelia suggested.

Doors and windows have protections. The runes will pick up anyone not registered to the room. QShar shot down the idea.

Not necessarily, I replied. Can you find out which room it isand then who is registered to it? If theyre keeping an eye on the main family members, theyll have someone as a guard. And that means they should have others for rotation, so one of the registered people should be outside now.

QShar nodded and sent out a cat to check the info. Apparently, the room registrations werent that protected, so you could meet anyone you wanted. A quick bribe opened the book without logging the query, and we had the answer in a few minutes.

Emmanuels first son is registered with the Aquientie, QShar read, squinting.

Thats strange. Wouldnt they use the borrowing bodyguards angle? Luna asked.

Political marriage, QShar answered. I should have guessed. In the documents I received before the duel, there was mention of the first son's possible engagement. They most likely registered it without the bride for last-second manoeuvres and used it now.

That would allow them full access to the room, the kid, and all his bodyguards. William nodded. Nobles and their political marriages. How uncouth.

Uncouth indeed, I said in a parody of a British accent. Do you think he actually lives there?

Theyll keep up appearances. And the first son is the same lustful loser as all Riswalt children are. I bet he tries to get in bed with his new fiancee.

Makes it easier, I said with a smile. Where is he now?

Where else? In the bar, QShar answered immediately.

You didnt even check.

I dont have to. He practically lives there, with an occasional trip outside to the brothel. But we cant kidnap him for blackmail if thats your plan. Emmanuel doesnt care for his children. He has many different brats with many different women, all of them spoiled little shits.

I heard he's fishing for a talented heir, but I didn't think he'd take the shotgun approach, Luna commented with raised eyebrows.

No kidnapping, but thats to our advantage. I pulled out the soul cage. I was preparing for scenarios like that, especially with how useful the rats were in the fight with Peter. Give me half an hour. And tell me how long it takes to walk back from the bar to his room. And Darius Sekhmets Lady of Pestilence conceptdo you still practice it?

Darius smiled and, instead of answering, extended his hand and then used his massive sword to make a small cut on his finger. The blood was black like tar. I smiled broadly.

Good. Ophelia, I need you to put on some skimpy clothing and knock out a guy.

She raised her eyebrows. If he touches me, Ill snap his jaw.

As long as he can walk back to his room and vomit. Luna can change your face a bit with blood magic, and we should be set. Now, have any of you killed a spider in your room recently? I asked the confused audience.

Cajetan Riswalt sat at the bar in his favourite spotone that by now could almost have his name on it. It was a stool right by the counter and slightly to the side. He swirled the expensive alcohol in his glass, the complex taste completely wasted on him.

Another! he shouted at the bartender, then snapped his fingers to get his attention, even though he was almost the only person at the bar. The man poured another glass without asking any questions, but a slight frown crossed his face.

What are you looking at, huh? Cajetan asked with raised eyebrows. Something you want to tell me?

The man just turned around to put the bottle back in its place, ignoring the words.

Yeah, thats what I thought, he said, downing another drink.

His attention was stolen from the glass by the sound of high heels on the marble floor of the hotel. He turned around to see the source and smiled when he saw a beautiful woman. She seemed vaguely familiar. A part of his brain was trying to tell him something, but he promptly ignored it, using all his focus on the woman. She wore a short dress, black stockings, and sharp makeup. She looked like she was about to go to a club, but that didnt rouse his suspicionssome families had been in long meetings ever since yesterday. She might have been pulled from partying and into one, now here to relax with a drink and conversation. Or at least thats what he told himself, deciding he would be the one to provide the conversation.

She seemed to notice him, but then looked past and sat down on the other side of the bar.

Hey there, beautiful, he said, then snapped at the bartender. Pour one for the lady, he added before she could even order.

The bartender looked at her, a question clear in his eyes.

Large pina colada. And Ill pay for myself.

The bartender nodded and went to prepare the drink.

A sweet thing like you likes sweet drinks?

Yes, she said, giving a short, cold answer. The man behind the bar passed her the drink and, to Cajetans delight, she took it.

Playing hard to get, he told himself. I like that too.

He got up, sat next to her, and started on his usual small talk about his relatively shallow understanding of magic. He didn't think she would catch on to that. If she was here to party, not for the politics, then he assumed she would be neither important nor from a better-known family. He tried wooing her with a tale of his battle with a ghost, colouring the story a bit, mainly removing the two family guards who held the thing down.

He thought it was going well, but his tale was abruptly interrupted by two large silhouettes entering the bar with a loud slam of the door. They were hard to miss and drew the eye even among mages. The large mycanoid and the equally big dwarf lumbered into the place, both looking pissed. They ordered a bottle of hard liquor without even looking his way and went to sit on the opposite side of the room.

The moment they entered, Cajetans mood fell to the floor, reminding him of the Alhazred bastards. Hed tried to make his father proud and find out how powerful the so-called Merchant of Madness washed even gotten one of his cultivator buddies as a distractionbut he got made fun of instead, almost getting a mind injury in return. The hatred in him grew, but then subsided slightly as he thought about his fathers plan.

Now that will show the arrogant bastard his place, he thought with a smile. RightI'm the first son of the Riswalt family. I didnt have to worry or get angry at vermin like that.

His eyes wandered to the woman beside him.

Do you know who my father is? he decided to get straight to the point. His mood for flirting gone with the arrival of the two men. I can make your life here very easy, you know. A Riswalt word is worth a thousand obols.

Not interested, the woman answeredbut he knew better. She was still sitting here. Her knee was still touching his. This had to be a signal.

Come on. What family are you from? he asked, and bent down, placing his hand on her leg. The woman looked down, raising her eyebrows.

I think thats justification enugh, she whispered to herself.

Wh he was about to ask, but her shout interrupted him.

How dare you! she screamed, and before he could react, slapped him across the face. She was fastclearly trained. The slap burned like fire, and he could even taste some blood in his mouth.

Before he could do anything, another shout sounded, this one accompanied by a loud crash, as the dwarf rose from his seat, screaming something unintelligible at the mycanoid, breaking the table in the process. The entire bar looked at the new scene, and as they did, he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder hard. He turned to the woman, ready to teach the bitch a lesson. But to his surprise, what he saw was her with her hand cocked all the way back. Before he could do anything, a powerful right hook connected with his chin, snapping his head to the side.

He didnt fall to the floorthe last thing he felt was the hand on his shoulder holding him upright, pulling him slightly toward the woman.

A wet and cold sensation brought him back. He must have been out for a few seconds, as the dwarf and mycanoid were still shouting at each other, but now both were standing.

Go fuck yourself! shouted the woman, holding the empty drink glass.

Shed poured it all over him, he realised. He was still confused, his vision swimming after the hit. He felt blood in his mouth and was pretty sure some of his teeth were loose. Anger burned in his chestthe only thing keeping him from shouting and trashing the place was the veil of confusion still over him and visions of what he would do to her once he got his father involved. He took a handful of napkins to get rid of the liquid, but soon realised he was drenched in it. It was sweet and stickyno way to get rid of it with napkins.

Fucking bitch, he muttered in impotent anger and went to his room to change.

He walked the corridor, but even though he should have felt better, his vision didnt let up. Instead, it was becoming worse and worse. It was now joined by slight nausea. He might have drunk too much, he realised as he walked. To make it worse, his throat burned, like someone shoved something in there, scraping against the flesh.

He barged into his own room, the nausea getting to him more and more.

There sat the Aquientie and his beautiful new bride, looking at him with hateful eyes that amused him so much. He saw the disgust and sadness on her face when he barged in drunk out of his mind. He almost smiled at her before another wave of nausea nearly pushed the alcohol back up his throat. He went straight to the toilet. The moment he walked in, his legs finally gave out, and he collapsed as the entire room started to spin even more.

This wasnt alcohol, he realised.

Hed been drunk many times, and this wasnt ithed never felt this bad. Before he could do anything more, he started vomiting like a fountain. Something was wrong. He finally raised his qi to strengthen his body, but he could feel it was having issues flowing. Someone did something to him, and at a sabbath, no less.

His vision started to darken as his hands holding the toilet gave way, and he fell to the cold tiled floor. Panic struck himwas he going to die? He lay there, feeling darkness overcome him as he closed his eyes. They would think he was once again drunk and unconscious.

He wanted to crawl away, to shout, but his muscles gave up. My qi will fight it off, he thought to himself. It must.

It was the first time in his life that he actually wished hed spent the night training rather than in bars. But it was too late. As his eyes closed, he didnt see four cocoons floating in the vomit unfurl, and four spiders crawled out of them. He barely felt one of the spiders bite him on the hand, and the symptoms immediately lessened as the remaining three spiders crawled behind the toilet.

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