Davis spent countless hours in the library with the elderly man, his hope of discovering anything about K dwindling with each passing day. The venerable librarian had presented him with numerous ancient scriptures to decipher. Though Davis managed to translate some of them, each revealed nothing to aid him in his pursuit of the truth.

Davis sat in one of his classes, his mind drifting further away with each passing moment. "Alright everyone, enjoy your weekend. Class dismissed," the professor shouted before leaving.

Davis was already napping on his desk, every other student left leaving him alone in the quiet empty room. Davis woke up in a rush, somewhat delirious Davis looked around to see he was alone.

As Davis packed up his things, he noticed a small note addressed to him. Exhausted, he decided to save reading it for later and took it back to his dorm room. After feeding Skye, he fell into a deep sleep.

Davis woke in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, his eyes barely open, and still fully clothed. He got up to get a glass of water, then glanced at Skye sleeping peacefully under his bed. A smile tugged at his lips. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his book and the note placed neatly on his desk.

“Right, the note… Who left it for me?” Davis mumble

He picked up the note and began reading its contents. After a few seconds, a wide smile spread across his face, "Finally, a lead," Davis said, his voice was ecstasy. The note included a designated meeting place.

Outside of Celestia…

Vincent stood in an alleyway, his gaze fixed on the Academy's closed gate. "Are the preparations ready?" he asked, his eyes still locked on his target. His hand playfully spun a crystal.

"Yes, sir, the prototype is planted," Vincent's underling reported. "Miss Carmilla mentioned that the artifact is only a prototype of the broken original, so there's a high chance of failure."

Vincent chuckled. "Don't worry, the bomb is merely a distraction for those imperial bastards. Tomorrow, Wuldor Herald will be away from the Empire, giving us our only chance to capture Davis Edwelt," he continued, his eyes turning serious. "During our infiltration, don't harm those who surrender. But if they are members of the Pillars, feel free to do as you wish."

Vincent stared patiently at the gate. "This godforsaken bind," Vincent snarled, thinking of the demonic symbol engraved on his body. Although, Vincent isn’t a good person he hated the task that he was given by the organization.

On the day of the meeting…

Davis entered a shop on the Academy’s grounds, where Karla stood at the entrance awaiting him. "Mr. Davis, please come with me. Her Highness is waiting for you on the second floor," she said, then guided him to Rachel.

Rachel sat at the lone table inside the somewhat busy shop. "Please have a seat, Mr. Davis," she said, gesturing to the chair. Karla pulled it out for him before discreetly departing, leaving the two alone. Upstairs, the shop's second floor was noticeably less crowded than the ground floor.

"Mr. Davis, it's wonderful to see you here today," Rachel greeted with genuine delight before continuing, "I've only heard praises about this establishment's culinary wonders. Have you had the pleasure of dining here before?"

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Davis hesitated before responding, "No, this is—" He glanced over the menu, "My first time" his curiosity piqued by its offerings. He had some knowledge of many different dishes but the shop menu intrigued him.

Just as he delved into the menu, a waiter approached their table. "Good afternoon, everyone. Are you ready to order?" Rachel took the lead, stating, "Yes, I'll have the roasted honey steak." The waiter nodded, jotting down her choice. Then, turning to Davis, the waiter inquired, "And for you, sir?"

“Umm—” he struggles to decide, "I'll have what she's having," Davis replied with a smile, handing the menu back to the waiter. "Wonderful choice, sir," the staff declared with a nod of approval. "Your order will be out shortly."

Davis turned to Rachel, his voice hesitant. "Your Highness, May I ask—" But Rachel interrupted him gently. "Please, call me Rachel from now on. There's no need for formality between us."

"Miss Rachel," Davis continued, his tone serious, yet with a hint of pleading in his eyes. "I came here today regarding the note you left for me."

"Yes, Mr. Davis," Rachel affirmed. "I believe you're here regarding information about some mythical being."

Rachel delicately lifted her teacup to her lips, her gaze meeting Davis's with a quiet intensity. Despite her soft and elegant demeanor, there was an unmistakable aura of authority about her.

"I overheard your conversation in the library," she began, her tone measured. "And as a friend, I took the liberty of doing some research. I've managed to uncover a few pieces of information about some of the names you listed."

As their conversation deepened, they became engrossed, oblivious to the silent glare directed at them from across the room. Vincent, who had covertly entered the Academy earlier that morning in search of Davis, finally spotted him. However, his joy at finding his target quickly soured as he noticed Rachel's presence by Davis's side.

Rachel continued, unperturbed by Vincent's presence, "Let's see, Leviathan." She spoke leisurely, her eyes focused on Davis, carefully gauging his reactions with each word. "I asked Karla to gather some information from the Royal storage, and I stumbled upon some rather intriguing details."

"He's said to be a demon of Envy," Rachel continued, "His existence symbolizes knowledge, chaos, destruction, and obliteration."

Davis listened, a sense of déjà vu creeping over him as she described Leviathan. There was something about the title that felt familiar, yet he couldn't quite place where he had heard it before.

Before Davis could remember, a deafening explosion shattered the tranquility of the surroundings, causing the ground to tremble beneath them. The shockwave reverberated through the shop. Within moments, two more explosions followed in quick succession.

The Empire guards sprang into action, rushing to assess the damage near the front gate where the explosions originated.

Amy who is assigned to look after Davis saw the explosion's aftermath, she didn’t think Davis would be in any trouble and left to see what was going on.

Unbeknownst to them, Vincent's covert attack force was already in motion. Disguised among the crowd, a few dozen of his operatives, cloaked in casual clothing, swiftly maneuvered into action, after Amy left.

With calculated force, Vincent's operatives forcefully pushed through the front gate, their mission clear, contain, secure, and control. In their wake, numerous guards and students lay injured, but miraculously, none were fatally harmed. Their intentions were unmistakable.

Amidst the chaos, Karla rushed to Rachel's side, her urgency palpable. "Your Highness, please follow me—"

Before Karla could finish her sentence, a wire lashed out toward her throat, only to be skillfully deflected away. Karla stood her ground, her stance cautious as she confronted Vincent, who was no longer concealed in the shadows. wearing his spider mask he stood ominously in front of them.

The three stood in cautious silence, their discomfort evident in their expressions, as they stood before their unknown assailant.