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Chapter 276: The Race That The Graysons’ Come From (Gift - )

Chapter 276: The Race That The Graysons’ Come From (Gift Chapter)

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"Was it a leak?"

"Not from the Academy," Seraphina answered without pause, her voice level but edged.

"We’re vetting two factions. Both still have backend access to legacy registry systems—systems we thought were decommissioned a decade ago."

"They shouldn’t," Elowen said quietly, her tone sharper now, colder.

"No," Seraphina replied, gaze steady. "But they do."

The parlor didn’t erupt or stir. Instead, the stillness folded inwards, growing denser—as if the very air wrapped tighter around the room like cloth drawn over something sharp.

A silence that didn’t wait to be broken. A silence that reinforced itself.

Lilith lifted her teacup with unhurried grace and took a long sip, the soft clink of porcelain against saucer following like punctuation.

"The children handled themselves," she said finally, softly, but not with gentleness.

Elowen nodded once. No smile. No need for it. "They did."

Seraphina’s eyes remained on the horizon, where shadows stretched longer now. "Now the rest will begin to move."

Isabella gave the faintest smirk, not of amusement, but of quiet agreement. "Let them."

Elowen placed her cup down gently, the polished ceramic edge catching a sliver of sunset light before it faded. She turned back to Lilith and asked, plainly, "You’re ready?"

Lilith didn’t need to blink. Her answer came with eyes open and voice even.

"We were always ready."

And in that moment, the mansion didn’t feel like a home anymore. It didn’t feel like a safehouse or a haven or a place where people came to rest.

It felt like a war room.

Seraphina moved to the tall windows, the faint reflection of light running across her cheek as she spoke with no preamble. "They used a null-frequency beacon."

Elowen frowned, her words more breath than sentence. "Illegal tech."

"Zone Three," Seraphina added. "Just outside the collapsed ridge, near a dormant perimeter anchor."

"And the signal’s timing?" Elowen asked.

"Perfect sync," Seraphina said. "Matched Ethan’s dorm assignment. Down to the minute."

Isabella didn’t bother to shift her tone. "So someone inside the Association passed along the housing data."

"Not one person," Seraphina corrected. "Multiple. Fragmented contacts across different departments and roles. No obvious collusion on record, but a pattern in their access logs."

Elowen’s gaze sharpened. "Names?"

"Three assistant directors. One external systems contractor."

"Are they still in the system?"

Seraphina’s mouth tightened. "No. Their logs were wiped before I arrived."

The soft sound of footsteps preceded Liliana’s entrance. She walked in from the hall, wiping her hands with a cloth. "Because Isabella got there first."

Elowen turned to her. "All four?"

"Three," Isabella replied, unbothered. "One tried to escape. Made it as far as the outer lift shaft before I caught him."

Elowen didn’t ask for details.

She didn’t need them.

Liliana pulled out a small projector cube, activated it, and filled the air above the table with ghostly light.

Audit trails lit the space—thin lines of account activity, share movements, and redacted approvals.

"Lucas’s father," she said. "Used third-party holdings to push influence over Ethan’s placement. Redirected funding streams to ensure proximity."

"Why?" Elowen asked. "Protection?"

Liliana shook her head. "Control. Or surveillance. Maybe both."

"You handled it?"

"No witnesses. No loose ends. All redirected holdings are now under our control."

Seraphina didn’t lift her head. "Posthumously erased. Fitting."

Elowen took in the information silently. She didn’t interrupt. She didn’t praise. She just listened until the threads pulled her to the next knot.

"The Grayson link," she said.

The shift in the room wasn’t loud. But it was absolute. No one moved. Even the air seemed to be still.

Lilith sat up straighter, her crimson eyes narrowing just enough to sharpen their shape. "It surfaced?"

"It never left," Seraphina said. "We simply hadn’t traced the bloodline until now."

Elowen gestured once, slowly. "And now?"

Seraphina tapped her device, and a file opened—a genetic distortion chart, wrapped in Vault code and security markers.

"The Vault’s hidden scanners picked up a mutation in the bloodline registry—Grayson’s family tree. The distortion wasn’t from experimentation. It was inherited."

Lilith’s voice dropped. "His clan was minor. Background noise."

"They weren’t minor," Isabella said. "They were just numerous that it is hard to understand the relations."

"And now?" Elowen asked.

Lilith exhaled through her nose. "Now they’ve moved. Or rather... finally started thinking using their brains instead of their dicks for once."

Elowen’s gaze turned pointed. "A race we hate?"

Lilith shook her head slowly. "Worse."

"Worse?"

Lilith nodded. "Not a full species. A strain. Parasitic. They intermarry into compatible bloodlines. Wait for generational triggers. Then activate."

"Trigger what?" Elowen asked, though her voice suggested she already knew.

Liliana’s hand closed gently into a fist at her side. "Desire. Lust. Obsession. They feed off it, twist it. And they specifically target hybrid lines with high inheritance potential."

"They’re patient," Seraphina added. "And they’ve waited long enough."

Evening had crept in fully now. The windows no longer reflected gold, but steel blue.

Elowen asked, "When did you first suspect?"

Lilith didn’t flinch. "I mean, I kinda knew since I found out after I saw the video where the man broke after his plan failed."

"But I just didn’t..."

"Expect it to be this race as I had always thought that they would never go this far," Lilith said.