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Chapter 587 - Expansion

Lucien gathered the important people later that day.Then he spoke.

"We are accelerating."

Lucien continued, "The East and South will be opened at the same time."

The room stilled further.

Everyone understood at once.

Lucien was rushing.

And when Lucien rushed, there was always a reason.

No one asked what that reason was.

Because they trusted him enough to act first.

Vivian stepped forward.

"What scale?"

"Main branches in both continents," Lucien said. "Minor branch expansion continues in the North."

Eirene had already begun writing.

"Public or controlled opening?"

"Controlled preparation first," Lucien said. "Public opening once stable. We need local anchors before announcing anything too loudly."

Then the meeting began properly.

Plans unfolded.

The North would begin its minor branch expansion across key regions under Ironhaven’s support.

Anvil-Horn would oversee construction teams there. Vaelcar would coordinate with wyrm patrols and local northern allies. Arctyx would ensure Collegium intelligence guided safe placements.

Grand Confluence would prepare personnel rotations for East and South support.

The Shadow Information Network would finish mapping northern routes, then push into the East as soon as the first shadow routes were secure.

Elias would coordinate system stability.

Clara would prepare chapel envoys.

Lilith would build.

...

Lucien watched everyone move.

For the first time since leaving the chamber after eating the Fruit of Creation, he felt his chest loosen.

Lucien looked at the people around him and finally released a slow breath.

They would move.

Together.

•••

Lilith began working immediately.

Blueprints appeared within hours.

Then more.

Then corrections.

Then improved versions.

...

The East was easier.

Lilith and Starforge had once come from there. Unlike the North, where trust had to be earned through endurance, or the Middle, where prestige had to be negotiated through face, the East had old warmth waiting beneath caution.

Lilith understood its taste.

The former territory of Starforge still existed. The land remained excellent.

Lilith told Lucien about it.

"Starforge’s former territory can be used."

Lucien looked at her.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Lilith nodded.

"It is a good place."

That was all she said.

Lucien did not press.

The eastern main branch would rise there.

A branch built from old embers.

Lilith’s eyes glowed as she drafted.

Lucien watched the projected structures form and slowly smiled.

The East would be beautiful.

Possibly too beautiful.

But that was acceptable.

Beauty could also be a weapon if it made people want to belong.

•••

The South was the problem.

Everyone knew it.

The South Continent was not impossible to enter. But it could not be approached like the others.

The South had a central religious influence.

The Silent Monastery of the Ninth Bell.

Lucien remembered them. They had sent people during the Stillness Ruin expedition.

In the South, the Silent Monastery was not merely another faction.

It was the moral weight that many powers leaned upon when decisions became too difficult.

Most practitioners in the South believed in its faith to some degree.

During the Evershade Exchange’s arrival, the Monastery’s influence had only grown stronger.

The South had suffered too.

The miracle drugs had spread there.

People had been tempted.

But the Silent Monastery had opened its doors.

They sheltered those who had taken the drugs and restrained the effects long enough for many to survive.

The Monastery never joined the Exchange.

And the Exchange never managed to remove them.

That alone said enough.

Later, the Liberators cured the drug problem across the South.

But public belief was complicated.

Many people knew the Liberators had acted.

Many also believed the Monastery had guided them, sent them, blessed them, or at least opened the road for them.

In the South, gratitude moved through faith before it became politics.

That meant Lootwell could not simply arrive and build a grand branch as if local belief were an empty field.

It was not.

If Lucien tried to forcefully claim land or compete with the Monastery, the South would close around its faith like a fist.

And if he created division there, he would lose the very unity he was trying to build.

Lucien’s fingers tapped once against the table.

"This will be troublesome."

Seran smiled faintly.

"Religion usually is."

Clara looked at him.

Seran’s smile became more polite.

"Inspiringly troublesome."

Clara’s smile remained gentle.

That somehow made it worse.

•••

Then Clara stepped forward.

"My Lord, I will go."

The room went quiet.

Lucien slowly turned toward her.

Clara’s expression was calm.

"I will negotiate with the Silent Monastery."

No one spoke for a moment.

Then several people spoke at once.

"No."

"That sounds dangerous."

"That sounds like a theological duel waiting to become a crater."

Clara blinked.

Lucien looked at Seran.

Seran raised both hands.

"I did not say it."

Lucien returned his gaze to Clara.

"Clara."

Clara smiled.

"My lord."

"What exactly do you mean by negotiate?"

"I mean I will speak to them."

"That is the surface answer."

"I will listen to their faith, understand their doctrine, identify the parts that have become rigid, correct misunderstanding where correction is needed, establish compatibility between their service and Lootwell’s Grace System, and prevent them from mistaking us for a rival church."

The room became quiet again.

Clara looked around.

Then sighed softly.

"I will not wage war against their belief."

"That is a relief," Lucien said.

"I will merely fix their faith."

The relief died.

Lucien covered his face.

Eirene’s pen stopped moving.

Vivian almost choke.

Seran laughed once.

Clara remained serene.

"You are all misunderstanding me."

Lucien lowered his hand.

"Then explain."

Clara folded her hands.

"The Silent Monastery sheltered the South when people were desperate. They restrained miracle drug corruption. They rang bells when others sold false salvation. Their faith has protected lives. That is not something to insult."

The room slowly settled.

Clara continued, "But because the people now see them as the center of all southern salvation, any new miracle that enters without their understanding may appear invasive. If Lootwell appears with the Grace System, chapel miracles, personal systems, and divine energy circulation, the South may think we intend to replace their bells with our panels."

Lucien’s expression grew serious.

"That would be bad."

"It would be disastrous," Clara said. "So I must go first. Not as conqueror. But as someone who understands that faith can save lives when handled properly."

Her eyes became clearer.

"I will show them that Lootwell’s miracles do not need to erase theirs. If possible, we can let their monks become part of the relief network. Their bell rites may help stabilize devotion, grief, and withdrawal trauma. Their shelters can become southern Grace Quest centers. Their faith can remain theirs, while Lootwell provides structure, systems, medicine, and intercontinental support."

Vivian’s expression softened.

"That is much better."

Eirene looked at Clara.

"And if they refuse?"

Clara smiled faintly.

"Then I will listen longer."

Lucien studied her.

This was the Clara he trusted.

Not the dangerous saint who called system the Voice of God.

Not the fanatic whose eyes glowed when someone said miracle.

This Clara understood faith as responsibility.

That was why she was dangerous.

And why she was necessary.

•••

Lucien still hesitated.

They could not forcefully take a territory in the South.

That would anger the people and poison the beginning.

He wanted peace and unity.

Yes, Liberator branches existed in the South, but they were hidden or disguised as normal settlements. They could provide information, but they could not serve as public anchors without exposing networks too early.

Clara saw his hesitation.

"My lord, allow me to go."

Lucien did not answer.

Clara continued, softer this time, "You are moving quickly because something important presses behind you. You do not need to tell me what it is. But if this burden concerns faith, systems, and people’s trust, then let me carry part of it."

Lucien looked at her.

Clara’s gaze did not waver.

"I promise I will not cause unnecessary trouble."

Several people looked unconvinced.

Clara added, "I swear an oath."

That made Lucien’s expression change.

Clara placed one hand over her heart.

"I swear on My Lord’s name that I will not use force, coercion, false miracles, or divine pressure to seize influence from the Silent Monastery. I will not insult their faith. I will not endanger the South for pride. I will seek cooperation first, understanding second, and correction only where harm is being done."

The oath settled.

Lucien closed his eyes briefly.

In truth, he trusted Clara.

When it mattered, she was capable.

The one he did not trust was the Monastery.

Not because they were evil.

Because faith made people powerful in ways logic could not always predict.

And because strong faith could become beautiful or sharp depending on who held it.

Finally, Lucien opened his eyes.

"All right."

Clara’s eyes brightened.

"You may go. But not alone."

Clara nodded immediately.

"You will bring guards. Five ancient beasts."

Clara froze.

Then slowly smiled.

•••

By the end of the meeting, the plan had formed.

Clara would go to the South as Lootwell’s faith envoy.

Her task was to meet the Silent Monastery of the Ninth Bell, negotiate peacefully, establish whether cooperation was possible, and, if fortune allowed, secure land for a southern main branch.

Meanwhile, the East expansion would begin immediately.

Lilith would lead the construction effort in the former Starforge territory.

Anvil-Horn and the construction divisions would continue creating minor branches across the North.

The Shadow Information Network would complete northern mapping, then move into the East before extending toward the South.

Everything became organized soon after.

The five continents had once stood apart, connected only by broken history, old rivalries, and teleportation arrays that no longer existed.

Now, one by one, Lootwell was tying them together again.

His gaze deepened.

This was only the start.

And because it was only the start, he had to move before the enemies understood what the start meant.