Chapter 393 -: 392 What the hell did Destiny tell her?

Chapter 393: Chapter: 392 What the hell did Destiny tell her?

The moment Julius and Rosalina arrived on the 101st floor of the Treasure Tower, a voice echoed through the unfamiliar space.

"You have finally come..."

Both of them flinched at the sudden greeting before turning toward its source. Before them stretched a room that was surprisingly ordinary in its design, resembling the kind of spacious bedroom Julius had back at his residence.

It was large by the standards of an ordinary household, with enough room to accommodate several people comfortably, but it lacked the grandeur one might have expected from the final floor of a tower that had existed for countless years.

There were no elaborate decorations, no intricate magical formations carved into the walls, and no treasures displayed behind protective barriers.

Instead, the room was furnished with the accessories and necessities of an ordinary household, giving it a lived-in atmosphere that seemed entirely out of place in a structure of such significance.

What immediately caught Julius’s attention, however, were the enormous windows lining the walls. White curtains fluttered gently in the breeze that drifted through the room, revealing a breathtaking view of the sky beyond.

Countless clouds stretched across the horizon, their vast white masses drifting beneath the floating continents that dominated the world above.

Unlike the view from the ground, where the clouds often concealed the continents from sight, the scene before them revealed the three enormous landmasses in their entirety, seemingly supported by the clouds themselves as they floated through the heavens.

The sight was mesmerizing, and Julius could easily imagine himself spending hours simply watching the scenery if circumstances had been different.

Unfortunately, he had more pressing concerns than admiring the view.

His gaze quickly shifted toward the source of the voice, and the moment he laid eyes on the figure standing before them, his pupils contracted slightly.

An unfamiliar sensation stirred within his chest, one that he couldn’t quite identify, yet it was strong enough to make him instinctively narrow his eyes as he examined the man.

"Vitra..." Julius muttered.

The figure before him resembled a projection, his body possessing a faintly ethereal quality that suggested he wasn’t physically present in the room.

Nevertheless, his features were as clear as day, leaving little doubt about his identity. Julius had heard enough about the man to recognize him immediately, but no amount of prior knowledge could have prepared him for the sheer presence he exuded.

Vitra’s appearance was an unusual combination of Ian’s and Destiny’s features, as though the two had contributed equally to the creation of a person who surpassed both of them in physical perfection.

His skin carried the same rich brown complexion as Destiny’s, while his long black hair fell freely over his broad, sculpted back.

He possessed a clean-shaven face, a strong jawline, and features that struck a remarkable balance between refinement and masculinity.

Unlike Uriel, whose delicate features gave him an almost ethereal beauty, Vitra possessed the appearance of a man in the truest sense of the word, with a physique and bearing that made his presence difficult to ignore.

He stood at an astonishing height of nearly seven and a half feet, forcing Julius to tilt his head upward despite his own considerable stature.

His broad shoulders and well-defined physique were partially concealed by an unusual piece of armour that covered the front of his torso down to his waist, leaving his arms and much of his upper body exposed.

A few pieces of jewellery adorned his ears and neck, their understated designs complementing his appearance without drawing attention away from his imposing figure.

Julius stared at him for several seconds, silently comparing the man before him with the images he had formed in his mind over the years.

He had never been particularly modest about his own appearance, and his narcissism had survived countless trials, betrayals, and near-death experiences. Yet, looking at Vitra, he couldn’t help acknowledging that his confidence might have met its match.

The man was simply too handsome for Julius to find any convincing grounds for criticism, and that realization irritated him more than it should have.

Fortunately, he had more important things to worry about than losing an imaginary competition over physical attractiveness.

"It seems my mother has revealed everything that needs to be done, hasn’t she?"

Vitra’s neutral gaze remained on Julius for a moment before shifting toward Rosalina, who stood beside him.

His expression gave away very little, and the casual manner in which he spoke suggested that their arrival had been expected for a long time.

There was no surprise in his eyes, nor did he seem particularly interested in asking how they had managed to reach the final floor.

Instead, he regarded them with the quiet patience of someone who had been waiting for a particular moment and had finally witnessed it arrive.

Julius followed Vitra’s gaze, only to find Rosalina staring at the man with an expression he couldn’t quite understand. She took a deep breath, her shoulders rising slightly before she exhaled and turned toward him.

For some reason, Julius immediately felt uncomfortable beneath her gaze.

He couldn’t explain why, but there was a weight behind her eyes that made him instinctively want to look away.

It wasn’t the familiar irritation she sometimes directed at him when he said something particularly foolish, nor was it the cold hostility she displayed toward people she despised.

This was different, far more serious, and the longer she looked at him, the more he felt as though he were standing before someone who had already discovered a truth he had spent considerable effort concealing.

Julius awkwardly shifted his gaze, hoping she would eventually lose interest in staring at him, but Rosalina showed no intention of doing so.

Now that he thought about it, there had been something strange about her ever since they had emerged from the vision earlier, when Destiny had spoken to him.

At the time, Julius had been too occupied with the information he had received to pay much attention to Rosalina’s condition, and he hadn’t asked her what she and Destiny had discussed during their own conversation.

He had assumed that whatever had happened between them wasn’t particularly relevant to their immediate plans, especially since Rosalina had seemed perfectly capable of continuing with their journey.

Looking back, however, he realized that she had been unusually quiet ever since then, occasionally appearing lost in thought despite maintaining her usual composure.

It was subtle enough that he hadn’t considered it worth questioning, but now that he was standing before her, he couldn’t help feeling that something fundamental had changed.

He had simply failed to notice it.

"Julius, you have been hiding things from me."

Rosalina’s voice was cold, and the moment her words reached his ears, Julius felt his blood run cold as well.

His expression stiffened, and his heart began pounding against his chest. For a brief moment, he couldn’t think of anything to say, his mind racing through countless possibilities while desperately searching for a way to respond without making the situation worse.

He had known this day would eventually arrive, though he had always hoped he would have more time before facing it.

He had spent so long maintaining the lie that he had almost begun treating it as an established truth, carefully avoiding the questions that might expose the inconsistencies in his story.

Now, standing in front of Rosalina with Vitra silently observing them, Julius felt as though every excuse he had prepared had suddenly become useless.

"Now that I think about it, your claim about coming from the future lost its credibility a long time ago," Rosalina continued, her eyes never leaving his face.

"There were too many things that didn’t make sense. The more time I spent with you, the harder it became to reconcile your words with your actions. You claimed to know the future, yet there were times when you seemed to know things that even your knowledge of the future couldn’t explain. And sometimes, the way you looked at people suggested you understood them far better than you had any reason to. Of course, I could be imagining things, but at this point, I’m reluctant to believe that’s all there is to it."

She paused, and Julius swallowed nervously as he struggled to maintain his composure.

"I noticed those inconsistencies, but I didn’t question you. Part of me wanted to believe what you told me, and another part was afraid of what I might discover if I started looking for answers. Even after meeting Nickel, I couldn’t bring myself to seriously consider the possibility that something was wrong with the person standing before me. I kept telling myself that there had to be an explanation, that perhaps I was simply overthinking things, or that there were circumstances you hadn’t told me about yet."

Her expression grew colder.

"But after speaking with Destiny, I finally understood that I had been avoiding the wrong question all along."

Julius felt his throat tighten, and for once, he found himself unable to produce even a single sarcastic remark.

He had anticipated the possibility of Rosalina discovering the truth, but knowing something might happen and actually facing it were two entirely different matters.

He could argue with enemies, deceive strangers, and manipulate people whose trust meant little to him, but Rosalina was different.

He opened his mouth, intending to say something, but the words failed to come.

Rosalina watched him for another moment before turning away, apparently deciding that there was no point in continuing the conversation right now. She began walking toward Vitra, leaving Julius standing where he was, his thoughts in disarray.

"However, now isn’t the time," she said.

Her tone had changed slightly, though the seriousness in her voice remained. She stopped in front of Vitra and raised her head to meet his gaze, her expression becoming more composed as she looked at him.

There was a question in her eyes, something she seemed reluctant to ask aloud, and Vitra appeared to understand it without requiring an explanation.

He regarded her for a brief moment before giving a small nod, his otherwise neutral expression revealing nothing about what had passed between them.

Julius watched the exchange with growing unease.

He had no idea what Destiny had told Rosalina, nor could he determine how much she had managed to piece together on her own.

The only thing he knew for certain was that she had reached a conclusion, and whatever she had learned had changed the way she looked at him.

He wanted to ask what she meant, to demand an explanation before the situation slipped any further out of his control, but something about the atmosphere made him hesitate.

Before he could gather the courage to speak, Vitra raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The space beside him immediately tore open.

A dark fissure appeared in the air, its edges distorting like a wound in reality. Beyond the opening lay nothing but an endless blackness that swallowed the light around it, concealing whatever might exist on the other side.

Julius instinctively took a step forward, his attention shifting between the mysterious passage and Rosalina, who had already begun turning toward him.

She looked at him one last time.

"If I don’t get the answers I want, I’ll kill you, even if I end up regretting it for the rest of my life."

Her words were quiet, almost devoid of emotion, but that only made them more unsettling. Julius knew Rosalina well enough to recognize that she wasn’t making an idle threat.

She had always been a woman who could act decisively when she had made up her mind, and whatever she had discovered during her conversation with Destiny had clearly pushed her toward a decision she wasn’t willing to reconsider.

Yet there was something else beneath her cold expression, something that made Julius feel even more uneasy than her threat.

She looked hurt.

It was only a fleeting impression, so subtle that he couldn’t be certain he had interpreted it correctly, but the possibility lingered in his mind as he watched her turn away.

He wanted to stop her, to ask where she was going and what she intended to do, but the words remained trapped in his throat. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he had the terrible feeling that if he tried to stop her now, he would only make things worse.

Rosalina stepped toward the dark fissure without hesitation.

"Wait, Rosalina!"

Julius finally found his voice, but his attempt to stop her came too late. She crossed the threshold before he could reach her, and the darkness swallowed her figure as though she had never been there in the first place. For an instant, he could still hear the faint sound of her footsteps, but even that disappeared as the fissure began to close.

Then her voice echoed through the room one final time.

"Remember this, Ju..... whoever you are. You’ll regret it if you take my Julius’s body!"

The words struck him harder than he expected.

Julius stood frozen, staring at the place where Rosalina had disappeared, while the meaning of her final statement slowly settled into his mind. He had suspected that she knew something was wrong, but hearing her say those words aloud left him with no room to pretend otherwise.

She wasn’t merely questioning his story about the future anymore. She was questioning whether the person standing before her was the Julius she had known.

And judging by the way she had spoken, she already had an answer in mind.

For several seconds, Julius remained silent, his hands hanging at his sides as he struggled to make sense of what had just happened.

He had spent so long trying to keep his identity hidden that he had never properly considered what would happen if Rosalina discovered the truth.

He had always told himself that he would find a way to explain everything when the time came, but now that the moment had arrived, he realized how little he had prepared for it.

Slowly, he turned toward Vitra.

The enormous man was still standing in the same place, watching him with an expression that was difficult to read. He hadn’t intervened in their conversation, nor had he attempted to stop Rosalina from leaving.

If anything, he seemed to have expected the exchange to unfold exactly as it had, as though he were already familiar with the circumstances that had brought them here.

Julius met his gaze, his expression gradually hardening as the initial shock gave way to a growing sense of apprehension.

"What the hell did Destiny tell her?"