Runebelle’s eyes widened in surprise at Juliana’s question. She glanced nervously at Kintovar and Haras before focusing back on Juliana. "How... how do you know about that? I haven’t told anyone about Sadie or my connection to her…"

  Juliana’s gaze remained steady. A knowing smile came to her lips. "I’ve done my research, Runebelle. The fusion known as 'Sadie' was an intricate and highly secretive project. If my calculations are correct, your soul being one of its components would be significant."

  Runebelle’s trembled slightly while speaking. "Yes, it’s true. My memories... they hold fragments of Sadie’s existence…”

  Runebelle hesitated to continue for a moment a moment and looked at them all momentarily. She then resumed. "My mother, Rune, was protective and, at times, violent on my behalf. She didn't want me to be a part of that fusion. My sister, Sadie, was forced to work investigations for the police, using her skills as a hacker even while she was still in school. The fusion itself was a difficult and painful time for all of us, but I don’t remember… I don’t know the exact moment, but I know that I died…”

  Runebelle’s eyes now held with unshed tears. "When that happened, Sadie and my mother, Rune, left. They moved on from that painful existence, leaving behind the memories of the fusion and the life we had known. When I woke up again, I was here, created by you, Kintovar. I was no longer part of the fusion, but I still carried the memories and emotions of Sadie, Rune, and myself. It was like being reborn, yet I could still feel the same way I did in the past constantly."

  Juliana, who had been listening attentively now had a somber look. She turned her gaze to Kintova. "Varta, your creations carry the echoes of a tumultuous history, and their existence is only possible thanks to your innovation. You all carry heavy burdens. The echoes of your pasts are intertwined in the present in ways that are both unique and profound."

  Kintovar raised one hand to her chin. "I'm not sure I understand, grandmother. What do you mean?"

  Juliana Kintovar explained, "My research, my life's work, was stolen from me when I was arrested. The documents, the technology, the knowledge that I had gathered over the years—it was all taken from me. I never thought I would see it again. But you, Varta, you managed to complete my research. You recreated the technology that was lost."

  Kintovar's eyes widened in realization. “You mean... the system, the creations, the fusion technology... it all came from your research?"

  Juliana nodded. "Yes, my dear. It all originated from my research. This work was stolen by your own father, Vartan Kintovar, before the authorities could get their hands on it. He must have known that he would need it, even if it meant that I would remain in jail."

  The depth of the revelation left Kintovar in awe. Her own creations, the systems, the fusion technology—it was all a continuation of her grandmother's research.

  Juliana let out a sigh. "I may have lost many years of my life in this cell, but I'm grateful that my legacy lived on through you. You've carried on my work, and you've achieved things I could only dream of."

  Kintovar gave a prideful look "I'm... honored to have continued your work, but I also want to understand more about it. Can you tell me about the technology and the research that was stolen from you?"

  Juliana’s tone shifted to a more serious one. She looked at Kintovar with intensity. "Before I reveal the details of my research and technology, there's something more pressing, Varta. You need to be ready for what's coming. The world is a complex and dangerous place, and you, yourself, need to be prepared for battle. Your next battle will be soon."

  Kintovar took a deep breath and asked, "What do you mean? Why do I need to be ready for battle?"

  Juliana responded. "There's a possibility that, once your life is lost, you could lose everything. It's a harsh reality, but one you need to confront. You've been seeking a way to get stronger, to take control of your destiny, and I can help you achieve that."

  Juliana extended her hand through the cell's bars, offering it to Kintovar. "I can guide you, train you, and provide you with the knowledge and power you need to not only keep the control of your own creations but to reshape the world. We can rid it of the wretched mages that currently dominates and establish a new order."

  Kintovar looked at her grandmother's outstretched hand. She considered the offer and then said, "My goal, grandmother, is not just to rise above magic but to ascend beyond it. I want to be at the top, not just of magic, but of all existence."

  Juliana’s face shifted from surprise to a thoughtful consideration of Kintovar's words. Kintovar continued. "I understand the concept of destruction, and I know that it's often a necessary part of creation. But my vision is different. The destruction I seek is not the wholesale annihilation of everything in its path. It's a precise, calculated destruction that targets only what stands in the way of progress and change. I want to reshape the world, not reduce it to rubble."

  Juliana laughter filled the air. When the laughter subsided, Juliana spoke. "You have a unique perspective, Varta Kintovar, and I must admit it's a refreshing one. The concept of precise, calculated destruction for the sake of progress is a different path from what I had envisioned, but it has its own merit."

  Juliana leaned closer to the cell bars. "Listen closely, Varta Kintovar. The five goddess items are a source of immense power, and they are items necessary for reshaping the world. All five of them will be present in the Eastern Sword Tournament, and I can guarantee it with absolute certainty. This is your opportunity to claim them, to research their secrets, and to harness the power they possess."

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  Her words took on a sinister undertone while continuing, "This world, contaminated and spread thin by magic needs to be destroyed to make way for the new order we seek. The so-called 'goddesses' who created these items may have their own purposes, but the power people ascribe to them is real. With these items, we can bring about the change this world so desperately needs."

  Kintovar listened intently to her Grandmother’s words. She took a deep breath and then spoke. "Before I agree to your offer, I have one condition. All technology and research that you created, including the fusion technology, must belong to me. I want full ownership and control over it."

  Juliana’s eyes sparkled with admiration. "Ah, Varta, you truly are my granddaughter. Thinking five steps ahead is a trait I admire greatly. You have a sharp mind, and it's clear that you understand the value of strategic control."

  A genuine smile played on Juliana’s lips. “I respect your demand, and I agree to it. The technology will be yours to command. After all, it was my work that paved the way for your innovations. You deserve to wield it as you see fit."

  Kintovar She reached her hand through the cell bars to shake Juliana's hand. "I was going to collect the goddess items anyway, though not for the same reasons you may be thinking of."

  She withdrew her hand from the cell bars." You, grandmother and that brain will be coming with me out of this cell as a part of my team. The world outside is a place where we can achieve our goals and you have knowledge and experience that will be invaluable."

  However, before the conversation could continue, Rawna, who wielded the spear of destruction, spoke up. "How do you know that I will show up at the Eastern Sword School Tournament? Do you really think you can get your hands on the Spear of Destruction?"

  Kintovar’s gaze shifted to Rawna, unperturbed. "Well, you are the one escorting us there. Of course you are entering that tournament. I know you wouldn't disobey your own Mother's orders."

  Rawna’s eyes narrowed. "And what makes you think I won't stop you before you even get started? I heard everything you've discussed. I could destroy you right now and get you out of my way."

  Juliana's face turned thoughtful. She responded calmly. "Oh, 'Mother' you say? I know Rawna’s mother well. The wicked witch of the south, yes? She made a deal with you, Varta Kintovar, in exchange for meeting me, didn't she? That's why Rawna is here."

  Kintovar nodded. "Yes, a deal was made in exchange for access to you. My purpose is clear and I will honour my end of the bargain by participating in the tournament."

  Juliana grinned. "I don’t know the specifics of your deal but I do know that your mother despises having her 'minions' treated poorly, despite her own wickedness. She has a vested interest in ensuring they are respected and valued."

  Rawna’s eyes narrowed further. “I don’t want you two getting in my way. If you cause any trouble, I’ll deal with you myself.”

  Juliana regarded Rawna with a calm yet discerning gaze. “Rawna, are you planning to challenge the goddess with that spear of yours?”

  Rawna’s face flashed with surprise. “How could you possibly assume that?”

  Juliana’s wore a smile. “It’s all in your body language. Despite your formidable weapon, you exude a coldness and distance that speaks volumes. The Spear of Destruction is a tool of immense power, capable of obliterating cities, yet you wield it with a calculated purpose. Your demeanor suggests that you’re aiming for something beyond mere destruction.”

  Rawna’s eyes flickered with defiance. “You’re observant, I’ll give you that. But don’t presume to understand my intentions. The spear is mine to wield as I see fit, and I have my own plans.”

  Juliana’s gaze remained steady while addressing Rawna. “Rawna, please. What’s discussed in this room remains here. We have mutual goals, and I assure you, we won’t reveal your intentions to anyone. It’s not as if anyone will hear us here.”

  Rawna hesitated, but after a moment, she spoke with resolve. “I’ll consider parting with the Spear of Destruction only once I’ve found and dealt with the goddess of this world. Only then will I give it up. If you attempt to take it from me otherwise, I’ll destroy you both without hesitation.”

  Juliana turned to Kintovar with a questioning look. “Varta, are you okay with this arrangement? It seems Rawna has conditions that might delay our plans.”

  Kintovar spoke calmly. “I haven’t met this 'goddess' figure yet nor do I know much about them, so I see no problem with the arrangement. Our primary goal is to secure the goddess items. Since we suspect they will all be at the tournament, I am sure we can come to an agreement here.”

  Juliana nodded. "Then it's settled."

  Rawna eyed them both warily. "Just remember the deal."

  Juliana's eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief. "Of course, but remember not to get in our way either, or we won't hesitate to snatch the spear and deal with you accordingly."

  Rawna opened her mouth to respond, but Juliana interrupted smoothly. "Before you think we can't, remember we have the technology and means to overpower even your Spear of Destruction."

  Kintovar added, "This is true. In the South, you were overpowered by Dr. Winter and my combined efforts."

  Rawna stepped closer to the cell, her gaze locked onto Juliana's with one of her meanest looks. "I don't like you."

  Juliana met her gaze evenly, unfazed. She smirked.

  Kintovar stood before the imposing figure of the Bail Officer, a stern-faced official who held the power to grant or deny Juliana Kintovar's release. The Bail Officer regarded Kintovar skepticism.

  "Are you absolutely and completely sure you want to post bail for Juliana Kintovar?" the Bail Officer inquired. "This isn't just anyone we're talking about. She's a top 10 criminal in Jancito and her actions have had far-reaching problems on this world."

  Kintovar met the Bail Officer's gaze resolutely. "I'm fully aware of who she is, but I have my reasons for wanting to post bail for her. It's crucial that she be released into my custody."

  The Bail Officer continued to scrutinize Kintovar. "Even if I approve the bail, she won't be allowed to leave the West without the explicit approval of King Maizen. Do you understand the conditions and responsibilities that come with this decision?"

  Kintovar nodded firmly. "I understand, and I'm prepared to meet those conditions. It's imperative that she's with me."

  The Bail Officer responded. "Very well. If you're sure about this, I will process the bail, but know that you will be held responsible for her actions. You will answer to King Maizen for any missteps."

  Kintovar replied, "I accept that responsibility. Thank you for granting her release."

  The heavy metal door of the cell creaked open. Juliana Kintovar, accompanied by a pair of guards, left the cell. She was pushing a cart, and upon it rested the Brain, the sentient, technological marvel. The Brain's monitor displayed a sense of relief. "Finally, we're out of that hellhole," the Brain said.

  Juliana chuckled. "Yes, the cell was starting to make me lazy, wasn’t it Brain? But you knew it was only a matter of time."

  The Brain responded, "Indeed I did, Juliana. Now, with phase 2 of your plan beginning, we can move forward with our true goals."

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