Lord of the Truth

Chapter 2085 The Rich Loooord Robin

Mid Sector 500 - Dreamer Galaxy ”Hmmm,” a light avatar of Timari tilted her head to the right as she read an entire volume in front of her, then to the left again, finishing it from beginning to end in mere seconds, streams of light reflecting across her translucent form as data and symbols passed before her eyes.

She nodded afterward with calm confidence. ”Alright, Iʼve reviewed it now. No more revisions. No structural flaws, no missing variables, and no inconsistencies. This should be more than sufficient for designing the network. Itʼs stable, efficient, and scalable. What do you think?” Then she passed the volume to the person seated before her, the light-bound pages still faintly glowing with encoded information. ”...” Morval flicked it with his finger, and the massive book flew up into the air, its pages flipping at an incredible speed, producing a continuous hum of energy as thousands of symbols and schematics flowed past.

The book then closed on its own and slowly descended onto a table made of light, settling gently as if guided by an unseen force. He opened his mouth after a brief pause. ”This customized planetary weapons sales network is carefully designed, balanced between security, logistics, and expansion potential.” He nodded slowly. ”Fine. You can meet with the specialists and begin execution. Coordinate with the architects, the array engineers, and the financial overseers. It will take a few years to build something like this properly. Something weʼve never done for a single person before, not on this scale, not with this level of exclusivity. But I believe we can do it... assuming Robin Burton agrees to the costs.” ”Hehe, oh he will agree for sure. How many people in history have enough money to pay 480 billion pearls without feeling like they lost much, or even noticing the loss at all?” Timari covered her mouth as she giggled softly, her shoulders shaking slightly with amusement. ”And how many of them are willing to pay for a customized buying and selling network inside the Soul Society without thinking twice that it might fill a future rivalʼs warehouses, or caring that theyʼre binding themselves to another greater entity with long-term influence and leverage?”

She lowered her hand gently and smiled knowingly. ”You have to be Lord Human to request something like this, and to treat it as if it were just another ordinary transaction.” ”Hm,” Morval nodded in agreement. ”I still remember our private meeting after the auction, when he tried to speak to me as an equal, without fear. Only a few centuries passed, and heʼs become our biggest client without dispute, surpassing entire coalitions and ancient factions. Todayʼs deal alone is enough to put him in that position permanently.”

He looked away, his gaze drifting into the distance. ”And also... the head of the cosmic academies in one move?”

After a brief pause, he continued thoughtfully, ”Hmmm... maybe I should start adding the title ʼLordʼ when I speak to him from now on, at least formally.” ”At least do it when youʼre talking to him,” Timari winked with a wide smile, her tone half-joking, half-serious. ”Lord Human loves appearances, titles, and symbolism, and he takes any belittling of his name or status very personally, even if itʼs unintentional.” ”Hm?” Morval raised an eyebrow slightly. ”You seem to know him extremely well. Personally, even, not just professionally.”

He showed a small, knowing smile. ”It seems your older sisterʼs complaint was true... you really do deal with Lord Robin on a personal level, far beyond the professionalism you were taught and the protocols you were trained to follow.” ”Whatʼs wrong with that? Isnʼt the result what matters in the end?” Timari tapped the table a few times with her finger, the surface rippling with soft light. ”Sheʼs just jealous because she couldnʼt fill my place or achieve what I achieved. Who else managed to bring a direct deal worth 480 billion pearls, all into the pocket of the Soul Society, in a single negotiation?” ”And thatʼs without counting that weʼll impose taxes on every seller in the network and collect more and more money over decades. Continuous profit, exponential growth.”

She tilted her head slightly. ”How much will this deal be worth by the time its purpose is fulfilled and Lord Human gets what he wants from it? A trillion pearls? Maybe more.” ”Even so...” Morval shook his head slowly. ”Fairies dealing with clients on a personal level violates every rule we have. It makes you emotionally attached to the client, and the client attached to you. Any conflict between you, even a small one, would strain the relationship between the client and the Soul Society itself, and thatʼs something we cannot overlook, or underestimate.” ”480 billion pearls,” Timari repeated. ”Argh, fine,” Morval waved his hand in resignation. ”Iʼll ignore the complaint this time, and Iʼll take responsibility for it.”

He continued, ”Since heʼs requesting you personally, Iʼll permanently distribute the rest of the Behemoths and other major clients among your sisters, finalize the assignments, and youʼll be assigned exclusively to Lord Robin.”

Then he gestured to her gently. ”Do you intend to return to the galaxy, or should I send you a device for instant communication with your fairy manifestation at the Sacred Covenant Academy? We canʼt have our biggest client waiting for you every time...” ”...” Timari looked away for a few moments in silence, as if thinking, then turned back to Morval with a soft smile. ”Iʼll wait for the device at the academy. I like the place there.”

She waved several times with a big smile. ”See you!!”

Whoosh

The light manifestation vanished from in front of Morval, dissolving into particles of light that faded into the air. ”Hmmm...” Morval gazed into the distance, toward the shifting horizon of light, his expression thoughtful and unreadable. ”Loooord Robin, huh?”

Mid Sector 99 ”....” Timari opened her eyes, and a bright, radiant smile immediately spread across her face, filling her features with warmth and excitement.

Then ba! she jumped up from her couch in one energetic motion and hurried out of her private room in the academy, skipping happily through the corridor, her steps light and full of enthusiasm as if she were floating rather than walking.

These past days had been extremely enjoyable!!

She had achieved everything Lord Human wanted, fulfilled his requests with precision, brought massive and continuous profits to the Soul Society, and her status among the Sons had risen dramatically.

Her name now carried real weight, her presence commanded attention, and her influence had grown in ways even she hadnʼt fully expected. ”Hm?” After exiting her private residential building, Timari noticed a scene nearby that drew her attention immediately...

Several people were standing around Morgana, all with their arms crossed and brows furrowed as they looked at her with obvious pressure, while she spoke with clear nervousness, trying to explain something in a careful, controlled voice.

The way they stood showed open condescension toward the person in front of them, as if they didnʼt truly see her as an equal.

At the same time, their calm expressions and occasional nods suggested that they were actually interested in what they were hearing, even if they didnʼt respect the authority behind it. ”Oh, theyʼre all presidents and vice-presidents of stellar academies,” Timari giggled softly. ”It seems Lord Humanʼs invitation has started to take effect, hehe.”

Then she pursed her lips slightly, her expression turning more thoughtful. ”Hm, but he must find a solution to their disdain for the new administration. Theyʼre all Monarchs, Guardians, or seven-star Soul masters at the very least... figures of authority, power, and long history. And after the mysterious Master of Thrones, now theyʼre expected to listen to a Soul Mistress with only six royal stars?”

She shook her head lightly. ”That will be difficult for them... and for her as well.”

Bzzzt

The academy space portal opened with a sharp hum of energy, and Althera stepped out.

Or what remained of Althera, to be precise.

Her clothes were torn in several places, hanging in ruined strips, and she was so severely injured that there were patches of burned skin and missing flesh. Her body bore clear signs of brutal battle and overwhelming power. Only her large, familiar eyes and the short sword she always carried in her left hand proved that she was truly Althera. ”...Who could do something like this to a Monarch of a Major Fundamental law?!” Timari frowned deeply, shock and disbelief filling her expression as she watched Althera approach Morgana and the group around her.

All of them, with stunned and even frightened expressions, immediately bombarded her with questions about what had happened to her, their voices overlapping in confusion and alarm.

They all carried the same question in their minds as Timari.

But Althera raised her hand, and everyone fell silent at once. Then she firmly pulled Morgana out from among them and left with her without another word...

As she departed, she called back to them to go for a walk and said that there would be an official meeting in the main hall at the end of the day, her voice calm, controlled, and commanding despite her condition.

Timari watched the presidents and vice-presidents of the academies as they dispersed with furrowed brows, each one lost in thought, some thinking about what they would demand in the meeting, others thinking about the meaning of the meeting itself, and perhaps many of them thinking about the reason behind Altheraʼs terrifying, broken appearance... ”Hm,” Timari smiled faintly, her eyes shining with interest, ”the academy is truly fascinating. Thereʼs really no reason for me to leave it, hehe”