[Reyon's Chambers, Classers' Headquarters]
After talking to julie reyon moved to headquarters again and as he didn't get a wink of sleep for three whole weeks due to him mastering the infinity he was tired so he went directly to his chambers and slept for a whole day.
His body ached from nonstop training; each muscle cried out for rest. The thin mattress embraced him like a long‑lost friend as he slipped into a dreamless sleep, the only respite in weeks of endless focus.
[Twenty hours later]
He woke to the pale morning light filtering through the small window. His hair was mussed, his robes wrinkled. Reyon sat up, stretching stiff limbs. He rubbed his eyes, still hazy from exhaustion, and called out:
"Has Emily returned?"
He rose and summoned a member.
He called a member and asked if emily has returned as reyon asked julie to come to classers in her disguise as emily.
The youth nodded eagerly, "Yes, Leader. She arrived an hour ago."
Reyon gave a tired smile, relief and anticipation mingling in his chest.
[The Squire, One Hour Later]
Then gather all the members to squire i have an important announcement to make he bowed his head and went to relay the message to everyone.
Word spread like wildfire through the corridors. Guards abandoned their patrols; healers paused their work. Every Classer—veteran and recruit alike—made their way to the central squire, curiosity burning in their eyes.
[On the Podium]
After a hour every member gathered at squire reyon went to podium and spoke:
"I have to tell you about someone who helped me in dark to kill berth. She is Emily."
A hush fell. Faces exchanged uncertain glances.
Reyon continued: "Her true identity is that she is Princess Julie."
At his words, gasps erupted. Emily stepped forward, her mask still hiding her features. Then she took off her mask revealing her true face.
Shock rippled through the crowd; some staggered back as if struck.
[A Lone Voice]
A member spoke: "But isn't she the one who marched towards our front gate with royal guards to annihilate us?"
Reyon held up a hand, calm but firm.
Reyon replied and started spewing lies to ease them: "It was just a front to make the corrupt nobles get their guard down while thinking we were fighting. The previous actions of miss julie was just to end corruption that makes our ideals and hers same. The prior actions were just to end berth as he went and colluded with the corrupts."
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.
"Now as we are on same page who shouldn't fight each other but help one another. So when i am not present she would be your acting head. I hope you would assist her to make this country corruption free and end discrimination towards us commoners."
[Reluctant Acceptance]
Silence reigned for a long moment. Julie's gaze was steady, regal. One by one, the Classers nodded—reluctantly, warily, but with a spark of hope in their eyes.
Everyone reluctantly agreed.
Julie bowed gracefully. Reyon offered a small nod of gratitude.
[Departure to Phoenix]
After having parting words with julie reyon went towards pheonix household.
His steps were brisk, purposeful. The moonlit path wound through silent streets, past abandoned guard posts and shuttered shops, until the massive gates of the Phoenix estate loomed ahead.
[Three Weeks Earlier – Phoenix Household in Turmoil]
Meanwhile on other hand prior three weeks ago when cold sword reached the household and as everyone heard of her defeat the entire clan was in chaos.
Serena's return was met with stunned silence. Rumors swirled—how could the indomitable Cold Sword fall to mere "petty criminals"?
It was set that the all head meeting would be held to judge what to do for this situation but as all marshals should be present in this meeting it would take around 3 weeks or so to held the meeting.
The calendars were marked; envoys dispatched to summon all the Marshal across their borders . Tensions simmered; alliances quaked.
After all heads gathered the meeting is now being held as reyon heard about this two days ago he left in hurry from classers towards the main house to reach in time.
He traversed miles under starlight, vector‑accelerating his pace until the Phoenix estate's torches flickered into view.
[Phoenix Main Hall – The Gathering]
After two days all marshals gathered with patriach edward. The hall was vast—tall columns carved with phoenix motifs, banners of crimson and gold draping the walls. At the head sat Patriarch, his expression unreadable.
Derox rose, voice booming:
"Cold Sword! Did you seriously go there just to insult our clan? You lost to petty criminals—those Classers! We should just go and flatten their headquarters for dishonouring us!"
Murmurs of agreement echoed. The air crackled with anger.
[Evelyn's Intervention]
Evelyn spoke, her tone measured: "It's not up to you, Derox, to make that decision. It's for the Patriarch. And if there is someone who can defeat her, then either I or Edward have to go there. Or are you confident that you are stronger than her?"
Derox stiffened, his fury tempered by her logic.
[Edward's Resolve]
Edward stepped forward, voice resolute: "You are right. But we have our honour to keep. We can't just let this go. Not only is Serena a Marshal, she is also the First Lady. We have to take revenge."
He raised his hand, poised to command the assault.
[A Sudden Voice]
As he was about to give orders for attack a voiced ringed throughout the main hall:
"We don't have to do that."
Silence slammed down like a gavel. All eyes turned toward the corner from where voice came from.