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Chapter 125
🕑 Added 2024-12-24 19:34:28 +0000 UTC"Because Nen isn’t something that just anyone can control casually, and your royal family's situation is uniquely complicated. You'll understand this more in the future."
Morin didn’t elaborate further. The succession war for the throne would naturally come to light in another decade or so.
Luzurus nodded thoughtfully.
"Alright, take your time to get used to this power. I’ll come back in a few days."
Morin stood up, and Luzurus quickly got to his feet as well.
Then, he saw Morin toss a book in his direction.
"This book contains foundational knowledge about Nen. Study it on your own for the next couple of days. When I return, I’ll formally guide you."
Luzurus clumsily caught the book.
"My suggestion is to first learn Zetsu so that when you return to the Kakin Empire, you can keep this hidden."
"And one last reminder: don’t tell anyone about your ability to use Nen. Not even your father or mother. No exceptions."
After saying this, Morin vanished on the spot.
Just as Luzurus couldn’t figure out how Morin had arrived, he had no idea how he left.
"This is... something else..."
Luzurus plopped onto the sofa, looking at the book in his hands and the endless flow of power coursing through his body. It all felt surreal.
"Ouch!"
He pinched his cheek, gasping slightly at the pain.
"Guess I’m not dreaming after all," Luzurus muttered through gritted teeth.
"He gave me this power and even left a book for me to study..."
He flipped through the book and saw it was packed with valuable information.
"Looks like I’m bound to be on the same boat as him now."
Luzurus sighed softly.
For Morin to do so much for him, granting him this power and leaving behind such a useful book, it was clear he was making a serious investment in him.
"But that’s fine. At least he doesn’t mean me any harm. Not only did I survive, but I also gained this new power."
Thinking of this, Luzurus couldn’t help but feel a rare sense of satisfaction.
"This power absolutely cannot be revealed to anyone else!"
"Even though I have no interest in the throne, if my brothers and sisters discover that I possess this kind of power, they definitely won’t let me off!!"
In this regard, Luzurus was quite clear-headed.
Even without Morin’s warning, he wouldn’t have been foolish enough to leak this information.
Not even his bodyguards or mother would know.
When the succession war began, Luzurus had never shown any desire for the throne.
His initial plan was to align himself with his second princess sister and fifth prince brother, biding his time.
However, when Kurapika revealed the existence of Nen to all the princes during a public broadcast, and several princes recruited Hunters from the association as private guards, Luzurus had naively hoped that his rivals wouldn’t know about Nen. He believed that this ignorance would give his Hunters an overwhelming advantage.
It was an adorably foolish idea.
But now that he had gained this power himself, he was in a stage of absolute fascination and excitement.
After Morin left, Luzurus eagerly opened the book and began studying it with enthusiasm.
Meanwhile...
After leaving Luzurus’s room, Morin stepped outside and took out the Seeker’s Wand.
"Looks like it’s this way."
Gazing into the distance, Morin chuckled lightly.
"Run? Do you really think you can escape?!"
In the bustling city where the Phantom Troupe had gathered, even the most glamorous cities harbored dark alleys.
In one such alley, a stunning woman with a devilishly beautiful figure knelt down, gently stroking a delicate white cat beneath her.
As she stroked it, the cat appeared utterly content, its face brimming with enjoyment as it licked her hand.
Her angelic face radiated a soft smile.
"Hey there, missy."
Suddenly, an unwelcome voice broke the tranquil atmosphere.
The white cat, startled, leapt away in a few swift bounds.
"Heh heh heh..."
Two men, hair dyed in gaudy colors and with nose rings, approached. They had the unmistakable air of troublemakers.
Gazing at the woman’s graceful figure, the curves accentuated by her posture, they swallowed audibly.
"Alone in a place like this? Why not let us keep you company?!"
The woman, hearing their crude remarks, didn’t respond. Instead, she stood and turned away from them, walking further into the alley.
"Heh heh, trying to run? Do you think you can?"
The two men smirked sleazily and quickened their pace.
However, the woman’s pace remained steady, and a revolver suddenly appeared in her hand.
Before she could load it, two sharp cracks rang out behind her, the sound of bones dislocating.
Then came light, deliberate footsteps.
Hm?
She raised an eyebrow but had no time to act.
"Leaving so quickly? Where are you headed?"
The voice from behind made her stiffen slightly.
Morin walked around her, stopping directly in front.
"Leaving without even saying goodbye? That’s a bit heartless, don’t you think, Paku?"
His gaze met her golden eyes, brimming with a soft warmth even as he smiled playfully.
"You still have Machi to keep you company, don’t you?"
Paku felt a little flustered under Morin’s gaze but quickly turned her head away stubbornly.
"You told Machi about Compound Interest Bank during the game. Didn’t we agree to keep that a secret?"
"I didn’t!"
Her voice remained steady.
"Is that so?"
Morin stepped closer, tilting her chin with his finger to force her gaze back to his.
"Is that so?"
Morin’s voice was soft, but his actions were firm. He tilted Pakunoda’s chin, forcing her golden eyes to meet his.
This directness made Pakunoda’s long lashes tremble involuntarily.
"You almost betrayed the secret we shared, Pakunoda. What do you think I should do to punish you?"
His tone was light, almost teasing, but Pakunoda couldn’t help but take a step back.
Step by step, Morin advanced, and Pakunoda retreated until her back met the cold surface of a wall. She had nowhere else to go.
"In public, it wouldn’t be good to make a scene if someone saw us, would it?" Morin whispered, his lips curling into a mischievous smile.
"How about we find somewhere private to discuss this... thoroughly?"
Pakunoda’s expression shifted. Before she could respond, Morin retrieved a No-Matter Door Sticker from his pocket and slapped it onto the wall beside her.
With a faint creak, a door materialized, and Morin gently yet firmly guided Pakunoda through it.
The resistance she offered was half-hearted at best, a mere pretense. It was clear she wasn’t opposed to his actions; in fact, she seemed to lean into his guidance.
The door shut behind them, vanishing seamlessly back into the wall.
The dark alley fell silent once more, save for the faint, muffled sounds coming from behind the concealed door.
Inside the room conjured by the No-Matter Door Sticker, time seemed to stand still. The space was cozy, comfortably furnished, and completely isolated from the outside world.
Pakunoda crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, her sharp golden eyes locking onto Morin.
"You’re too confident, Morin. What makes you think you can boss me around like this?" she asked, her voice steady but with a hint of challenge.
Morin chuckled, stepping closer.
"Because I know you, Paku. You act tough, but you’re soft underneath. You wouldn’t be here with me if you didn’t trust me."
Pakunoda opened her mouth to retort, but Morin closed the distance between them in one swift move. His hand brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch surprisingly gentle.
"Let’s not waste time pretending," he said, his voice low. "You and I both know there’s something between us. We’ve spent enough time together for that to be clear."
Pakunoda’s defenses wavered. The intensity in Morin’s gaze was hard to ignore, and she felt her resolve slipping.
"You’re infuriating," she muttered, her tone softening.
"Maybe," Morin replied with a grin, "but you don’t seem to mind."
The two of them remained in the secluded room for several days, completely engrossed in one another’s company. The passage of time felt irrelevant as they explored the unspoken connection that had been building between them for so long.
When they finally emerged, their appearances were immaculate—neat, clean, and composed. It was as if they had simply stepped out for fresh air, though the unspoken bond between them had deepened considerably.
"Do you have any plans next?" Pakunoda asked, her voice warm and soft as she looked at Morin.
Morin’s hand gently brushed through her hair as he replied, "I’m heading to the Kakin Empire. There’s something I need to take care of."
"Will you come with me?" he asked, his tone hopeful.
Pakunoda smiled, a rare, genuine expression lighting up her face.
"As much as I’d like to, I think we should spend some time apart. It’ll be better that way."
Morin frowned slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Why?"
Pakunoda’s gaze softened, but she didn’t look away. "You know why, Morin. You’ll figure it out."
Morin fell silent, understanding her meaning without needing further explanation.
Some things were better left unsaid.
Their connection was unshakable, even if they needed to walk different paths for now.
