Second Choice Noble Son: Apparently I’m Stronger Than the Summoned Heroes Chapter 95 : A Plan Sealed in Shadow

(Lyra POV)

Morning light spilled through the Valemont manor windows, painting the hallways gold.

The house always looked peaceful this early — before Rooga and Riaz started running through it, before Maori’s humming filled the air.

It made what I had to do next feel heavier.

Selene was in the study, sorting through parchnt maps when I entered. She still moved like a mage on a battlefield — calm, deliberate, never wasting motion.

“You’re up early,” she said without looking up. “Or maybe you never slept.”

“I prefer ‘productive,’” I said, taking a seat across from her.

She looked up then — eyes sharp, reading like she always did. “Sothing’s happened.”

I didn’t waste ti. “The forest’s balance is slipping. Maori’s holding it together, but it’s temporary. We’ve started forming an expedition to handle the corrupted land before it spreads.”

Selene set her quill down. “You’re serious.”

“I’ve never been more.”

She leaned back in her chair, considering. “Then we’ll need help. I can hire a few adventurers through the guild. Experienced ones — veterans from the frontier—”

I shook my head. “No guild adventurers. If outsiders get involved, the secret dies. The guild will sll divine influence the mont they step into this forest.”

“So you plan to do it alone?”

“With a small team,” I said. “People who can keep their mouths shut.”

Selene crossed her arms. “Then you’ll need a magical contract. Sothing binding.”

“Contracts fade when gold tempts greed.”

“Not if it’s a Heartbind Contract.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You’d use that kind of spell on mortals?”

“If they’re entering our family’s secret, yes,” she said simply. “Heartbind ensures loyalty — their soul knows betrayal ans pain. It’s not cruel, just clear.”

She had a point. Brutal honesty was one of her better qualities.

“Fine,” I said. “But that still leaves paynt. No one follows forever without reward.”

Selene rested her chin on her hand. “The forest itself.”

I blinked. “What?”

“If they help reclaim corrupted land, they can settle on it. A share of what they purify becos theirs. We can’t eat all the soil in this world, Lyra — better to let others protect it too.”

I considered it. “Land as paynt.”

She nodded. “It’s fair and self-sustaining. They’ll guard it because they own it.”

Sotis, I forgot how practical she was when not teaching spells or scolding Rooga.

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll draft the expedition charter and arrange for the Heartbind seals.”

Selene watched for a mont, her expression softening. “And what about Rooga? He’ll notice. You can’t keep him in the dark forever.”

I smirked. “He won’t know. But he’ll still help.”

Her brows lifted. “How?”

“I know a way.”

She didn’t press further — perhaps she knew better than to try.

By midday, I was walking down the main road toward the settlent’s edge — the part that had beco a humble trading post over the years. A few vendors greeted ; others pretended not to notice. People still weren’t sure if I was a maid, a noble, or sothing else entirely.

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The alchemy store was small but tidy — shelves lined with crystal phials, herbs drying along the ceiling beams, faint mana fog coiling near the floor. The air slled of alcohol and mint.

The shopkeeper, an elderly man with soot-stained gloves, looked up as I entered. “Ah, the Valemont shadow herself. What can I do for you today?”

“I need containers,” I said, scanning the shelves. “Sturdy glass — pure mana insulation, no impurity interference.”

“For potions?”

“For miracles,” I said before thinking. Then, smiling slightly, “You could call them that.”

He chuckled and pulled a crate from under the counter. Inside were rows of phials — clear, reinforced with thin rune etchings along the rims.

“Each one holds its charge for months,” he said. “But they’re not cheap.”

“I didn’t ask for cheap,” I said, placing a pouch of silver on the counter.

His eyes widened slightly. “Planning to start an army, Lady Lyra?”

“Sothing like that.”

As I carried the crate out, the glass shimred in the sunlight. In each reflection, I imagined the Aqua Bloom’s glow filling them — bottled life, bottled hope, bottled secrets.

Back at the manor, I stopped at the window overlooking the fields. Rooga was outside with Riaz, both laughing as they tried to chase a trail of shimring fireflies.

He had no idea what he’d already started.

Selene’s voice echoed in my head: What about Rooga?

I smiled faintly.

He’d help us, of course. I’d make sure of it.

Just not in the way he’d expect.

There are many ways to move the world: by blade, by spell, or by words.

Today, I’d be using the last one.

Rooga was by the pond again, kneeling beside the water with that quiet focus of his. The surface glimred softly where his mana brushed against it — ripples of blue light spreading like gentle rain.

He didn’t notice approach until I spoke. “You’ve been improving again.”

He looked up, startled, then smiled faintly. “Morning, Lyra. I’m just practicing.”

“Practicing?” I crouched beside him, letting my shadow fall across the water. “Rooga, this isn’t practice anymore. You’ve mastered Aqua Bloom so well that even Maori can feel it through her roots. She’s been bragging.”

His head snapped up. “She has?”

I nodded solemnly, pretending not to see the tiny spark of pride bloom in his eyes. “Every ti she draws from the forest, she says your magic feels cleaner than sunlight. She told to tell you that.”

He blinked, surprised. “Maori said that?”

“She did,” I said, then softened my tone. “But you know her — she hates asking directly for anything. That’s where I co in. I have an idea that might make her life easier.”

He tilted his head. “What kind of idea?”

I lifted the small crate I’d carried with and set it down beside him. Inside, the new glass phials from the alchemy store caught the sunlight, glowing faintly with reflected blue.

“She wants to keep your Aqua Bloom close,” I said. “Sothing she can use whenever she needs to feed her roots — without having to bother you while you’re busy.”

He blinked at the bottles. “You can store Aqua Bloom?”

“With the right glass, yes. These are mana-sealed. It’ll keep the water pure and charged for weeks.” I smiled just enough to look genuine. “Maori thought it would be nice if we had a few ready. Maybe… a few dozen.”

He grinned, already kneeling closer. “I can do that.”

“That’s my good boy,” I said, patting his shoulder.

He began channeling instantly, not even asking why I had so many bottles. One after another, perfect spheres of glimring water blood in his palms, folding neatly into the glass containers with a soft hum.

I watched quietly as he worked, focused and careful — the light from his mana reflecting in his eyes. He was so easy to move, so pure in how he believed every good thing said about him.

Selene appeared halfway through, leaning against the doorway of the house with her arms crossed.

She watched as Rooga filled bottle after bottle, humming softly to himself.

Her expression said everything.

“Don’t look at like that,” I murmured.

“I’m looking at a boy who’s about to dehydrate the pond because you flattered him,” she said flatly.

“It’s efficient motivation.”

“It’s manipulation.”

“Only if he ever realizes it,” I replied, turning just enough to give her a calm smile.

Selene pressed a hand to her forehead. “You’re going to spoil him. He’ll start thinking every praise is a request.”

I chuckled. “It already is.”

She sighed — the kind of sigh only mothers know. “He really is too soft. One kind word and he folds like paper.”

I didn’t disagree. Watching him work, his face lit with quiet joy, I felt a flicker of guilt. But only a small one. Sotis lies were necessary, especially when they protected sothing larger.

By the ti he finished, all thirty phials shimred like captured stars. He turned toward , beaming. “That should be enough for Maori, right?”

I smiled back. “More than enough. She’ll be thrilled.”

As Rooga gathered his things and ran off toward the tree, Selene walked up beside .

“You could’ve just told him the truth,” she said quietly.

“He’d insist on joining us,” I replied. “And if he saw what corruption really looks like, he’d never sleep again.”

She didn’t argue — just looked out toward the horizon where the corrupted mists still shimred faintly in the distance.

Finally, she said, “You’re protecting him like a sister.”

“Soone has to,” I said.

When I turned back toward her, she was smiling faintly. “You’re not wrong. But if he ever finds out, you’re explaining it.”

I smirked. “I’ll cross that bridge when I’m dead.”

She rolled her eyes and walked off, muttering sothing about “conniving maids with too much initiative.”

I looked down at the bottles — thirty fragnts of light swirling softly inside their glass shells. Each one pulsed faintly with Rooga’s mana, alive and warm.

He thought he’d made gifts for a goddess.

He’d actually ard us with weapons against corruption.

The irony wasn’t lost on .

I closed the crate, my reflection faint against the shimring glow. “Thank you, Rooga,” I murmured. “Your kindness will do more than you know.”

The forest humd faintly in response, as if agreeing.