The Serpent's Chronicles - Cataclysm

Illumi x Zoldyck

CHAPTER SONG: Sibella — Bryce Pinkham

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Everyone in the ballroom was staring at Medea.

And why was that?

Because she was being guided to the center of the hall by the patriarch of the Zoldyck family.

He was a few inches shorter than her, probably due to his advanced age, but she didn't mind it — to her, it was actually pretty funny. He placed his right hand slightly below her shoulder blades and held her gloved hand gently, positioning herself perfectly before starting to rotate with her in a waltz. His movements were precise and calculated, typical of someone who was used to dealing with murders.

Medea didn't expect anything different from someone of such importance.

In the background, the sound of several musical instruments played in harmony with the almost choreographed steps of the duo gliding through the white floor, lightness and serenity in their steps amidst the couples. Killua's grandfather stared at her for a few seconds, attracting her attention that, until then, was focused on the chocolate fountain.

Realizing that the moment could favor her, Medea decided to test the waters before she tried to fish any information on the scroll. "Mr. Zoldyck, do you know anything about ancient civilizations?" She inquired.

He raised an eyebrow. "I suppose. Why the question?"

"Recently, the topic's been appearing in several books of mine, but somehow none of them can explain a specific period." She sighed, feigning sadness. "Knowing your family's influence and the vastness of your library, I wondered if you could enlighten me about the Irhenian period."

The man chuckled, a calm, entertained sound, and shook his head. "Unfortunately, my dear, I don't think I can be of much value in this matter." He commented. "There are almost no traces of this era to talk about, and even researches on it haven't yielded positive results, they're not so useful."

"Almost no traces? Do you mean there's still any chance of knowing more about it, then?"

His eyes shone and he smiled cunningly. "There are few documents currently available, yes, but they are very rare."

"Then I suppose you are in possession of one, is that right, sir?" He nodded.

"Please call me Zeno, there is no need for such formality." The man said. "However, I must say that you're correct, I do have a scroll about the era's final years in my personal collection." A siren rang in her head.

What were the chances of being able to find out details she'd need for the mission's success without having to let someone grope her? Next to nil! She'd found out about the location of the target just by eating a cupcake! Everything was going well as she hoped for. Certainly, the Great Changeable was smiling at her.