A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5241

A maid knelt nearby and spoke in a whisper. “My lady, Mr. Saleto reports that Jared has left level three. His strength proved unfathomable; he even killed men from Malevolent Path Hall.” The woman turned, rolling an emerald pendant between elegant fingers. “A Wandering Immortal Realm Level Five defeating Mr. Saleto? Jared is becoming a most intriguing variable.”

“Mr. Saleto adds that he followed your command—only a light probe, no final break,” the maid continued.

“Well done,” the woman answered, allowing the ghost of a smile to touch her lips.

She inclined her head, the pale glow of the throne chamber glinting off the silver filigree of her coronet. “The Celestial Palace has decayed for far too long. Those moss-clad conservatives clutch the old codes like tombstones. If we can recruit a man of his caliber, the reformers might finally carve open a road to renewal.”

She allowed the words to settle, then turned to her maid. “Isabel, travel to level four. If Malevolent Path Hall presses Jared too hard, intervene quietly, but do not wound their pride. The Celestial Palace—and the entire celestial race—already carries more enemies than friends. Until our power is absolute, strutting about as though we stand above the clouds will only earn us bruises.”

Isabel Yeats dipped a knee, dark hair brushing marble. “As you wish, my lady.”

“When you find Jared, tell him the slate is wiped clean. The Celestial Palace would rather bury the hatchet, and my Fourth Hall will lend its full weight if he should ever call upon it.”

Isabel hesitated, lashes trembling. “And Mr. Enaricus, my lady?”

“Ignore him.” Her voice chilled to winter steel. “If he insists on courting death, I will not stop him—but I will not allow him to drag the whole Celestial Palace into the grave alongside him.”

At that very moment, deep within the gold-lit halls of the Third Hall, an entirely different storm was gathering.

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