Levi From Inquisitormaster の小説・ストーリー

He supplied. I got up from the bench, holding Success securely. “Why can’t I see him now?” I asked suspiciously. He walked closer to me, jumping over the mud expertly. “Madam! Don’t worry, you will meet him. He is presently at work. The man is a very busy person. You will meet him.” He assured me. “All right,” I relented. Taking my things, I walked out of the shop. I bade my goodbye to Mama Monserrat and followed Mr Bode to the compound. A young boy was tailing him closely, with the way he walked, I was sure he was his apprentice.

Levi said absently, his mind already in the game as he tested the fix from the devs. Inspiration for a new marketing campaign struck much later while he was customising one of the main characters in the game. Maybe it was the bright orange hair he'd chosen, the ice-blue eyes or the cold air of arrogance etched on the model's face that reminded him of Liam. "Holy, shit!" Levi whispered as he pulled out his phone and called his friend. He highly doubted the design team had intentionally modelled the character after the former motorsport driver, but who would have known they were sitting on gold all along?

Levi instinctively stepped forward, his stance a formidable blend of protection and defiance.

"It’s a simple arrangement. You need a roof over your head, protection from the people who erased you, and eventually, the truth about who you are. I need a weapon." "I’m not a weapon," Lily said, her jaw tightening. She hated how small her voice sounded, how much she was trembling. She took a step back, trying to create some distance between them, but the edge of the leather sofa kept her trapped. "I don't even know who I am. How am I supposed to help you destroy a tech empire?" Levi set his glass down on the mahogany desk with a soft, deliberate thud. He didn't rush his movements. He walked around the desk, his gaze locked onto hers, tracing the subtle panic written across her features.

And that’s when I knew. Levi wasn’t ordinary. He wasn’t a plumber. Or a wanderer. Or some man who'd just forgotten where he came from. He was someone. Someone expensive. Raised, maybe not rich, but definitely... important. Precise. Educated. And he was going to remember that. Soon. And when he did- He’d leave. *** That night, I couldn’t sleep. He had fallen asleep quickly, like always. Calm. Breathing deep. Like nothing had changed.

"So you know?" Levi asked. "Yeah, I know," I said. "And?" "You're a real motherfucker." He didn't even flinch. Of course he didn't. "I made you an unshakeable figure and that's something you have to be in a political setting. Did I technically use you, yes—but only to sway public sentiment back to the monarchy side. I have to secure that for Remus and our retirement!" Levi explained. "I had no idea that you'd reel in my family and place someone loyal to us as a replacement for our most unstable branch. I also had no idea that old bastard would act up like that. I just took advantage of the moment when I could. And sure, my mission was always to get public sentiment on our side, but I can't h

"What time will Uncle Levi arrive?" "He's with your father. They will arrive in no time." Barbie didn't answer as she gulped down one jug of water. She put down the empty jug and wiped her mouth. Levi Lewelyn. The same Master Levi of Krystalline Academy and the Knight of Shaula, the Lightning Tiger. He's one of Barbie and Zabdiel Lewelyn's uncles. Although they became his students in the academy, he never went easy on them. The corner of Barbie's lips curled into a smirk as a ridiculous idea came into her mind.

“You could say that.” I stay quiet for a moment, staring at the floor, the pieces slowly falling into place little by little. “But… do you have any idea who it might be?” I asked, my voice barely louder than a whisper. “Any name?” Levi leaned back slightly, his arm resting on the edge of the bed. His jaw tightened, and his eyes drifted toward the window as if he’s lost in thought. “Not yet,” he said after a while. “But I’ll pretend I do. I’ll pretend the maid who ‘found’ the herbs is my prime suspect.”

Robin “You just started a war. You’re aware of that, right?” Levi’s voice was like a scalpel—precise, cold, and meant to draw blood. He was standing by the window of the Moon Pack’s main hall, his back to the moonlight, staring at me with that analytical intensity he’d inherited from God knows where. Not me. I was never that patient. I sat in my wheelchair, the motor humming faintly as I adjusted my position. I nodded. “I’m aware.”