Chapter : 775
“There are… whispers,” Lord Qadir began, his voice a low, conspiratorial murmur, as if he were afraid the very walls were listening. “Old family legends. Stories of a secret that has been the foundation of my House’s power for generations.”
He took a deep breath, a man about to confess his soul’s most heavily guarded secret. “The world believes the Qadir mines were exhausted long ago. That is the story we have told for two centuries. It is a lie. A lie to protect our greatest treasure.”
He locked his gaze on Lloyd, his eyes burning with a desperate, feverish intensity. “We have such a stone, Doctor. In fact, we have more than a stone. We have the source. Our family, for generations, has been the secret guardian of the last known, active Lilith Stone mine in the kingdom.”
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The confession was a bomb that detonated in the quiet, grief-choked sickroom. The Royal Physicians and the master alchemist gasped, their faces a mask of pure, unadulterated shock. The secret source of House Qadir’s enduring power and wealth, a mystery that had been the subject of courtly gossip for a century, had just been laid bare. It was not just a matter of family pride; it was a secret of the state, a strategic asset of such immense importance that its revelation could shift the balance of power in the entire kingdom.
Sumaiya, standing silently behind Lloyd, was equally stunned. Her own intelligence network within the palace had only ever hinted at rumors, at whispers of a hidden Qadir fortune. To hear the truth, spoken so plainly from the lord’s own lips, was a staggering revelation.
Lloyd, however, maintained his perfect, serene composure. He allowed a flicker of what looked like professional, academic interest to cross his face, but inwardly, the Major General was roaring in triumph. ‘Target acquired.’ The primary objective of his entire, elaborate infiltration had just been handed to him on a silver platter. He had not just confirmed the existence of the mine; he had its guardian offering him a personal, guided tour.
He had to play his final scene to perfection. He couldn't appear too eager. The humble doctor would be overwhelmed, perhaps even frightened, by such a revelation.
“A private mine?” he said, his voice a soft whisper of awe. “My Lord, such a thing is… it is a treasure beyond imagining. But the stone I would require… its purity must be absolute. The slightest flaw, the smallest inclusion, and the harmonic resonance I need to create would be corrupted. It would be worse than useless; it would be catastrophically dangerous.”
He was creating a final, critical condition. He was not just asking for a stone; he was asking for the perfect stone. This would grant him the justification he needed to not just be given a rock, but to be granted access to the mine itself, to survey the entire lode, under the guise of searching for the one flawless specimen required for his miraculous cure.
“Our lode is the purest ever discovered,” Lord Qadir said, a flicker of his old, prideful arrogance returning. “The stones it produces are flawless, like tears of a goddess. You will have your pick, Doctor. Whatever you need. Whatever the cost.” He then turned to the other experts in the room, his voice once again a low, dangerous command. “What has been spoken of in this room today—of the mine, of the doctor’s methods—it does not leave these walls. You will all swear an oath of silence on your very souls. If a single whisper of this reaches the outside world, I will know who to hold accountable. And my retribution will be absolute.”
The three men bowed their heads, their faces pale with a new, healthy fear. They had become unwilling co-conspirators in a matter of high treason and forbidden magic.
Lord Qadir then turned back to Lloyd, his expression once again that of a desperate, pleading father. “The surgery,” he said, his voice raw. “When can it be done?”
“The preparations will be complex,” Lloyd replied, his mind already constructing the next phase of his plan. He needed to buy time for Ken to complete his own reconnaissance and for himself to prepare for the delicate, dangerous procedure he was about to attempt. “I will need to study the stone you provide, to understand its unique harmonic properties. I will need to prepare a sterile environment, and I will need to brew a series of stabilizing elixirs for the boy to take beforehand, to strengthen him for the ordeal.”
He was building a wall of plausible, scientific-sounding delays.
Chapter : 776
“And,” he added, his voice dropping, “I will need to perform the procedure in absolute privacy. No observers. The level of concentration required is… total. The slightest distraction could be fatal.”
“You will have it,” Lord Qadir said without a moment’s hesitation. “You will have whatever you need. The entire resources of my house are at your disposal. Just… just save my son.”
The great lord, the Master of the Royal Armories, had just placed his entire family, his fortune, and his future into the hands of a mysterious slum doctor he had met less than an hour ago. The infiltration was complete. The trust was absolute. And the trap was perfectly, beautifully set.
“I will begin my preparations immediately, my Lord,” Lloyd said with a final, respectful bow. “With the gods’ will, and the power of the stone, we may yet see a miracle.”
He and Sumaiya were escorted from the room, leaving the Qadir family and their humiliated healers in a state of stunned, fragile hope. As they walked back through the grand, silent halls of the estate, Sumaiya looked at him, her dark eyes shining with a light of pure, unadulterated hero-worship.
“Zayn,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You did it. You truly did it. You are… magnificent.”
Lloyd simply gave her a small, humble, and utterly fraudulent smile. He had indeed done it. He had diagnosed an incurable disease, invented an impossible cure, and had just been promised the keys to a secret that could change the fate of kingdoms. All in a good day’s work for a humble doctor. The Major General was deeply, profoundly satisfied. The next phase of his operation, the acquisition of his prize and the delicate, terrifying act of playing god, was about to begin.
The sickroom, already suffocating under a blanket of grief, was now plunged into a new, profound, and utterly absolute silence. Lloyd’s final words, spoken with such calm, academic certainty, had not been a request for a tool; they had been a demand for a soul. The name ‘Lilith Stone’, in this context, was not just a rare reagent. It was the keystone of House Qadir’s very existence, the secret heart of their two-hundred-year reign as one of the kingdom’s most formidable powers.
The faces of the Royal Physicians and the master alchemist were a comical, horrifying tableau of shock. Their jaws hung agape, their eyes were wide with a terror that had nothing to do with the dying child and everything to do with the catastrophic breach of state security they were witnessing. They looked like men who had accidentally stumbled upon the king’s secret affair and were now acutely, painfully aware that their own lives had a very short and rapidly expiring shelf-life. They began to subtly, almost imperceptibly, shrink back towards the shadows of the room, desperately trying to make themselves as small and as unnoticeable as possible.
Lady Elara, whose world had been a gray, featureless fog of sorrow, seemed to snap back into a state of sharp, aristocratic clarity. The mother’s grief was momentarily eclipsed by the lady’s horror. She looked at her husband, her pale, translucent face a mask of panicked disbelief. He had guarded this secret from his own brothers, from the King himself. To speak of it now, in front of a slum doctor and a palace attendant… it was an act of unthinkable desperation.
Sumaiya, standing beside Lloyd, was the only person in the room who did not immediately grasp the full, earth-shattering weight of the revelation. She knew Lilith Stones were valuable, of course. But her world was one of people, of politics and compassion, not of arcane artifice and the deep, foundational economics of magical power. To her, Lloyd’s demand was not a brilliant, strategic masterstroke. It was the ultimate testament to his integrity.
She looked at him with an expression of pure, unadulterated awe. He was a man so utterly dedicated to the art of healing, so committed to the life of his patient, that he would demand the impossible. He would ask a king for his crown, a god for his thunder, if he believed it was the only path to a cure. He was not just a healer; he was a force of nature, a man of such profound, unshakeable principle that the petty concerns of wealth and status were utterly meaningless to him. Her admiration for him, already a towering edifice, grew into a mountain.
But at the center of the storm stood Lord Timur Qadir. The great lord, the Master of the Royal Armories, was trapped. Lloyd watched him, his own face a perfect mask of serene, professional patience, but inwardly, the Major General was savoring the beautiful, elegant finality of his checkmate.