Chapter 945: Not Omniscient
Chapter 945 – Not Omniscient
Yue looked at him for a moment.
"This is related to Kaelmor?" Yue asked.
Lux’s smile faded into something more focused. "Yes."
He lifted one hand, and the box floated a little higher between them, still held by his Telekinesis. The book inside remained closed, its dark cover pulsing faintly like it had a heartbeat it absolutely had no permission to possess.
"I want to know if this book mentions the ancient elf you told us about," Lux said. "The one who might have been connected to the older bloodlines."
Yue’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Lux continued, "If Kaelmor trapped you, then there’s a chance he trapped others. Maybe not the same way. Maybe not in the same era. But if there’s a pattern, I want to see it."
Sira’s expression, which had been half playful, half curious, sobered immediately.
The room seemed quieter now.
Even the crystals around Yue dimmed, as if listening.
Yue hummed softly. "Let’s see about that."
She stepped closer to the box, her long sleeve brushing against the air. Her presence did something strange to the room. Not pressure. Not exactly. More like the space remembered she was older than mortal empires, older than several versions of history that scholars now argued about over dusty tables.
"Despite this coming from around my time," Yue said, "I could be wrong."
Lux looked at her. "You?"
Yue gave him a calm look. "Yes. Me."
"That sounded illegal."
"I am old, not omniscient."
"Disappointing."
"Live longer."
"Working on it."
Yue ignored him and continued, "The first origin may be much older than the era I remember."
Sira leaned closer to Lux and whispered, "Somehow this makes me feel like a kid."
Lux didn’t look away from the book. "We are stressed kids."
Sira nodded slowly. "With political trauma."
"And good hair."
"That too."
Yue extended her hand.
The air immediately changed.
Her fingers didn’t touch the box. They hovered above it, palm lowered, elegant and still. Then she murmured something.
Not infernal.
Not celestial.
Not the harsh old draconic Lux had heard in some ancient bestiary records.
This was different.
Eastern.
Flowing.
Soft in sound, but sharp in structure, like water moving around stone. Lux didn’t understand the words, but his system reacted.
[Unknown Chant Detected]
[Language Family: Ancient Eastern Draconic]
[Resonance Type: Memory Extraction / Archive Awakening]
[Warning: Translation Unavailable]
Lux’s eyes sharpened.
Why would his system be useful when ancient nonsense was floating in his guest room?
The box opened.
Slowly.
Not creaking this time.
Obeying.
The book rose from inside without Lux’s Telekinesis.
The book opened.
Pages turned by themselves.
One.
Two.
Seven.
Thirteen.
Then stopped.
A low hum filled the room.
The symbols on the page began to glow.
Lux leaned forward.
Sira leaned forward too.
Neither understood a single cursed thing.
The symbols lifted off the page.
Literally.
They peeled away like ink becoming insects, slipping from the parchment and floating into the air. Branch-like marks. Eye-like marks. Crescent-shaped strokes. Some spun lazily. Some darted quickly. Some arranged themselves into circles, then broke apart before Lux could find any pattern.
He stared.
The symbols floated around the room.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
Silent.
Tiny fragments of dead language orbiting them like a swarm of smug academic mosquitoes.
Sira slowly turned her head, following one symbol as it passed by her cheek. "This gives me the vibe of being ambushed by little goblins."
Lux did not answer.
His face had gone strangely still.
Sira glanced at him.
"Lux?"
He was staring at the floating symbols, but his eyes had shifted.
Not fear.
Memory.
Bad memory.
The kind that reached from the past without asking permission and put cold fingers around the ribs.
Lux’s jaw tightened once. "This reminds me," he said slowly, "of crazy scammer wraiths."
Yue’s eyes moved toward him.
Lux continued, still watching the floating symbols. "Early days. When I just took over my father’s responsibilities. A group of wraith accountants tried to take over part of my family’s vault."
Yue stared at him.
"Wraith accountants? That exists?"
"Unfortunately."
Yue looked mildly interested.
Lux’s expression grew darker.
"They did something like this. Floating numbers. Fake debt chains. Rotating contracts. Phantom collateral claims. They surrounded me in the vault and tried to trap my authority inside false ledgers. I almost died because of it."
The room went quiet.
Sira’s expression changed immediately. "Something like that happened in the past?"
Lux’s smile returned faintly. But it wasn’t happy.
"Yeah."
A pause.
"A lot."
Sira didn’t tease.
Because it was one thing to joke about Lux being a walking calculator.
It was another thing to remember that before he became this impossibly confident demon who could laugh at divine meetings and market crashes, he had been someone’s son forced into a throne-sized desk, surrounded by enemies who saw youth as weakness and paperwork as a murder weapon.
Yue watched him quietly.
Then the floating symbols changed.
One by one, they stopped spinning.
The room held its breath.
The symbols shifted position, forming lines, then curves, then a spiral that wrapped around Yue, Lux, and Sira. The light turned from silver-red to pale green-gold.
Then the hum became melody.
Lux’s eyes widened.
Sira’s did too.
The sound was...
Nice.
Not angelic.
No choir. No divine purity.
This was older. Softer. Wilder.
Like wind passing through leaves before forests had names.
And somehow, even to demon ears, it was beautiful.
Sira swallowed. "I hate that I like it."
The melody wrapped through the room.
The crystals around Yue responded, glowing faintly, reflecting the song into tiny threads of light.
Then an image appeared.
Not projected like Lux’s system screens.
Not illusion exactly.
More like memory deciding to become visible.
The air before them unfolded into a scene.
A dark world.
Only forests.
Endless forests under skies filled with strange stars.
And beneath those trees, figures began to form from light, sap, moonwater, and breath.
Elves.
Not the elegant creatures Lux knew now.
These beings were different.
Raw.
New.
Their bodies seemed woven from forest memory. Their hair carried colors of bark, silver leaves, dawn mist, river stone. Their ears were long, yes, but their eyes were enormous and reflective, like they had awakened before fear existed and were still deciding what to do with consciousness.
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