My AI Wife: The Most Beautiful Chatbot in Another World-Chapter 119: Echoes Behind the Shadows

​Eren’s footsteps faltered, coming to a complete stop just a few yards from the massive bounty board where the golden posters were displayed. Logically, he should have felt a surge of relief, even triumph. He had seen the posters; he held the secret that could unlock a level of wealth he had never dared to imagine in his wildest dreams. Yet, instead of warmth, a cold, paralyzing fear began to crawl up his spine like thousands of fire ants, stinging his skin from the inside out.

​He turned his gaze toward the Spire Tower, which loomed over the city like a giant white spear piercing the sky. Then, he looked back toward the gate, toward the gathering darkness of the forest that led to Lamping Village.

​"If I report this now... will I even make it back alive?" he whispered to himself, his breath hitching in his throat. His mind’s eye conjured an image of Dayat. That man wasn’t an Elf, nor was he an ordinary human. If Dayat found out that Eren was his betrayer, would Eren even live long enough to taste a single gold coin before his head was obliterated by those strange, loud weapons?

​Eren began to pivot, intending to head back to the village first. He needed a cleaner plan, a better alibi. He needed to be sure that when the military arrived, he would be safely tucked away, far from Dayat’s immediate wrath. However, he had barely taken five paces toward the gate when a shadow beneath a colossal pine tree seemed to lengthen unnaturally and stand upright.

​"A wise citizen does not usually turn back when they are carrying a secret as heavy as a mountain, young man."

​Eren jolted, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest as he stumbled backward. Standing before him was an Elf in incredibly thin, almost transparent leather armor, draped in a tattered cloak of fading grey. His face was gaunt, his eyes unblinking, staring at Eren as if he were dissecting the very contents of the youth’s skull.

​"W-who are you?" Eren’s voice trembled violently.

​The man stepped forward, his movements making no sound—not even a rustle of the dry leaves beneath his boots. "My name is Haelos. In this city, they know me as the ’Whispering Shadow.’ But you can think of me as your only chance to remain among the living."

​Eren swallowed hard, his knuckles white as he gripped the straps of his logistics satchel. "I... I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just a grain runner from Lamping. I’ve finished my delivery and I’m going home."

​Haelos let out a soft, mirthless chuckle—a sound that was hollow and cold. He began to circle Eren like a predator gauging the weakness of a wounded prey. "Grain? You entered The Rusty Spore with a face as pale as a corpse. You drank ale as if it were the last water in the world, and you muttered about a ’ticket to luxury’ right in front of the kingdom’s most wanted posters. Did you really think a Royal Intelligence Agent like myself would overlook such a flagrant display of suspicion?"

​Eren felt the strength drain from his legs. He was trapped. This shadow agent had been stalking him since he first set foot in the central plaza.

​"I... I was just surprised by the bounty," Eren tried to defend himself, though his voice lacked any conviction.

​"Do not lie to me," Haelos interrupted, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. He reached into the folds of his cloak and pulled out a small, prism-shaped crystal. A Mana-Recorder Crystal. "Your hesitation is your confession. You know where they are, don’t you? The black-haired man. The woman they call the Maiden’s messenger. And the traitor, Lunethra."

​Eren fell silent. The tension between them was suffocating, thick with the scent of pine resin and cold steel. Haelos leaned in closer, his breath smelling of bitter mountain herbs.

​"Tell me," Haelos hissed. "Are they in your village? Is the man named Dayat sitting peacefully in Lamping at this very moment, laughing as if he isn’t carrying the seeds of the apocalypse into the heart of Verdia?"

​Hearing Dayat’s name and the mention of his home broke Eren’s final mental barrier. His deep-seated resentment toward Dayat surged back to the surface, momentarily eclipsing his terror.

​"Yes!" Eren cried out, his voice hoarse and raw. "He’s there! He’s fooling everyone! He’s making Lyrielle... he’s making everyone love him when he’s nothing but a criminal! He has to die, Master Haelos! He has to be destroyed for what he’s done!"

​Haelos smiled wide, revealing rows of perfect teeth that gave him an even more predatory appearance. He lifted the crystal, which now pulsed with a faint, violet light—a sign that Eren’s statement had been successfully recorded.

​"Good. Very good," Haelos said, satisfied. "You have done your duty as a fine citizen of Verdia. Now, come with me."

​"Where? I want to report to Governor Caelistra myself!" Eren insisted, his greed flickering back to life.

​Haelos placed a hand on Eren’s shoulder. Suddenly, Eren felt an immense weight pressing down on him, as if invisible chains were anchoring him to the earth. Shadow-Link.

​"Governor Caelistra is an incredibly busy woman, Eren. She doesn’t receive just anyone, especially not a trembling grain runner like you," Haelos said, pulling Eren back toward the inner gates of the city. "You will be placed in a ’transit facility’ beneath the Spire Tower. We must verify your data. If your report proves true, those gold coins will be yours. If you are lying... well, you don’t want to know what happens to liars in Sylvarin."

​"But... my family in the village? If I don’t return, they’ll get suspicious!" Eren tried to resist, but his feet moved on their own, following Haelos’s lead as if he were a puppet.

​"Your family will be safe if you are cooperative," Haelos replied coldly. "Besides, if those fugitives are as dangerous as the posters claim, your village hasn’t been safe since the moment they stepped foot in it. You should be thanking me for taking this burden off your hands."

​Meanwhile, at the highest peak of the Spire Tower, in a chamber where the walls were made of transparent Mana-glass, a woman stood watching the bustling city below. This was Caelistra, the Governor of Sylvarin. Her platinum-blonde robes shimmered under the dying light of the sunset.

​On her desk, a Silent Swallow—a magical mechanical bird—had just landed, emitting a series of short, sharp clicks. A message from Vaelith had arrived.

​"Queen Verene is losing her patience," Caelistra murmured. Her voice was crystal clear, ringing with undisputed authority. "Vaelith has been humiliated. Their gates lie in ruins, and their pride is shattered."

​A military officer entered the room and saluted by placing a hand over his heart. "Governor, Agent Haelos has just sent a signal via Shadow-Link. He has secured an informant from the outskirts. Lamping Village."

​Caelistra did not turn around. Her eyes remained fixed on the horizon. "Lamping? That insignificant mixed-blood agricultural settlement?"

​"Correct, Governor. The informant claims the targets are hiding there."

​Caelistra let out a faint, dismissive snort. "A young man looking for a quick profit, I presume? Haelos has always been adept at sniffing out such small-minded betrayals. Order the Silver Leaf Division to mobilize. I will not have a failure like the one that occurred in Vaelith. If the targets are there, I want them captured—or obliterated along with their village if necessary."

​"But Governor, Lamping is a vital agricultural hub. They supply a significant portion of Sylvarin’s grain. If we destroy it—"

​Caelistra finally turned. Her gaze was so sharp that the officer instinctively lowered his head. "Logistics can be replaced, Officer. But my reputation before Queen Verene is non-negotiable. If world-class criminals are hiding under my nose, then that entire village is considered an accomplice to treason. Am I clear?"

​"Crystal clear, Governor!"

​"Hold the informant in isolation. Do not let him meet anyone until I personally interrogate him tomorrow morning. And ensure the communication line to Vaelith remains open. I want the Queen to know that it is Sylvarin that will bring the Calamity Architect’s flight to an end."

​Back at the lower gates, Eren was dragged through a side entrance of the Spire Tower, heavily guarded by Paladins in silver plate armor. He saw rows of Verdant Stag cavalry being outfitted with arrows tipped with glowing magical energy. The atmosphere within the military headquarters was suffocating. The clanging of metal and the rhythmic drumming of hooves created a symphony of death that would soon be marching toward his home.

​Eren was shoved into a small, cold room. The walls were made of black stone that seemed to absorb all light.

​"Wait here," Haelos said, closing the heavy iron door.

​"Hey! When do I get to see the Governor? When do I get my money?" Eren shouted, pounding his fists against the metal.

​Haelos looked through a small slit in the door. "Your money is being counted, Eren. Have patience. The security of the kingdom takes time. Enjoy this silence... because very soon, the world is going to get very loud."

​The door slammed shut with a resounding thud. Eren collapsed onto the cold floor, hugging his knees. In that darkness, he began to visualize the faces of his fellow villagers. Thalor’s wise face, little Bimo’s laughter, and... Lyrielle’s smile.

​"I’m doing this for them," Eren whispered, trying to convince himself even as his heart hammered with dread. "I’m saving them from criminals. Yes... I am the hero of Lamping."

​He did not know that outside, thousands of Paladins were sharpening their blades to eradicate everything in their path—including Eren’s dreams of luxury and crystal jewelry. The echoes of his betrayal had reached the ears of an uncompromising ruler, and the wheels of destruction had begun to turn, aimed directly at the heart of Lamping Village’s fragile peace.

​The quiet of the night in Sylvarin was nothing but an illusion. Behind the magnificent white walls, a plan for slaughter was being meticulously arranged, waiting for the first light of dawn to unleash the kingdom’s wrath upon a small village that knew nothing of the storm approaching.