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that trumps all other novellas and sagas


"Don't worry," Levantine squeezed Raesh's shoulder comfortingly, "the Aspidistra is fine. Unlike what's going on in the Recherche, we have no struggle for power here." She held on a strand of her long hair and lightly combed it with her fingers, unconcerned. "Everything is balanced," she whispered like a mantra, "Daddy made sure of it."

"What about Deimus and Devon? What about Phobos?" Raesh asked, unfazed, "they're not the type of people that that would settle being second, much less third. They'll destroy each other as soon as Heltross leaves his post. You would, too, frankly speaking."
"And you don't want it, Raesh?" Levantine asked quietly, still brushing her hair. Her eyes tinged with gentle curiosity as they stare at her, "do you not want to be the leader of the most important society in the world? All of those people who had shun you before, hurt you and belittle you; you can make them vanish. No one will question and gladly would dispel them as you wish. Because all of us had been through it. With simple manipulation, we could get rid those who oppose us before," Levantine slowly carved out a dream-like smile, "All five of us are born leaders. We all are fit for the throne when Aspidistra leads Veribus and we all want it for different things. I want it because I'm the only one who would truly keep my father's legacy. Deimus wants it because after attaining the highest power he could possible achieved, perhaps that could stop his obsession in pursuing it. Devon wants it because he's scared and paranoid that we would turn on him and treat him as a slave like he was before. Phobos wants it to show the world and himself that he can overshadow his brother and keep the position stable from my indecisiveness, Deimus' greed and Devon's fear. And you Raesh, you want it because you secretly want to destroy it." Her smile fades exchanging with a stoic look. "But even that isn't enough to destroy the Aspidistra."

"I never want it," Raesh said, "I'll never want it as long as I live."
"I guess that's done with you," Levantine said, stroking her hair. "Now our decision is final."
"With you not wanting it, it just leaves Deimus and Phobos to contest for the throne."
"Why has Devon been outed? Why you?"

"Devon and Deimus had settled the contest a long time ago. They battled each other for the throne and Deimus won. From then on, Devon could only help in the cause and in return he is solidly promised a high position," she said coolly, "while I, I'm aware of my weakness and what it can do to the Aspidistra and voluntarily stepped down. My father wanted a democratic party, anyway. But it's fine as long as I'm beside Deimus, making sure he wins." Levantine's eyes flickered sharply at Raesh, "I suggest you do the same for Phobos."

"So that's it."
"That's it," he confirmed, the contour of his face ablaze by the fire in each hand, his eyes the reflective black pool it always was shining with what Raesh finally notice: knowledge. He knew everything. He had seen and planned it for years. He researched and gained access from the Institute, the Recherche and finally the Aspidistra. All of this was his plan for power.

Trying to stall him as she try to figure out a plan, she said "It's funny, actually. Did you know that BD and Aurico told me not to trust you?"
"Flemend's suspicion of me is just a case of jealousy," he replied, "But Aurico has instincts. That's why she's such a good leader." 
"She never tried to keep a good eye on you. Because, as planned, Xavier would be leading the opposition party. Your plan is flawless," she admitted.
"Not nearly as I hope it to," he interjected, "By now, I should be able to hold power over Veribus but along my carefully-laid plan, there was a slight detour to the original."
"What happened?" she asked quickly, wondering if it could bring an advantage to her.

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