The Last Heir of the Van Declaoria Bloodline - Chapter 11

Morning came quietly over the Van Declaoria estate.

The sky above Arlein was pale and clean, the storm clouds of previous nights finally gone. Sunlight slipped across the polished stones of the eastern courtyard, touching the surface of a long koi pond built at the heart of the family residence.

The pond was old.

Older than the tower.

Older than the current council.

Older, perhaps, than most of the lies the family had built around itself.

Large white koi fish drifted beneath the clear water. Gold and red scales flashed when the sunlight struck them. The surface remained still except for the soft ripples made by falling food pellets.

A man stood beside the pond.

Relaxed.

Silent.

His silver-white hair caught the morning light like cold metal.

He wore a dark robe over a simple black suit, one hand in his pocket, the other scattering feed into the water with slow precision. He looked less like the head of one of the most powerful bloodlines in the world and more like a man with nothing urgent on his mind.

That appearance was a lie.

Everything about him was a lie.

Ewan Van Declaoria watched the koi gather beneath him.

“They always come when they think they are being fed,” he said quietly.

No one answered for a moment.

Behind him stood five people.

Ludwig.

Leticia.

Herlucia.

Emerald.

And three armed men from the family’s private security division, all dressed in dark tactical uniforms.

Ewan dropped another handful of feed into the koi pond.

“But fish are simple creatures.”

His eyes never left the water.

“Humans are not.”

Ludwig stepped forward first. His posture was calm, but his jaw remained tight.

“You think Lieta will move soon.”

Ewan nodded once.

“She already has.”

Leticia folded her arms.

“Arnoise was only the beginning.”

“She won’t hide forever.”

“No,” Ewan replied. “She won’t.”

He looked down at the pale koi circling just beneath the surface.

“She knows time is against her now.”

Lucia said nothing. She rarely interrupted when Ewan was still thinking aloud. But her gaze remained sharp.

Emerald stood a little farther back, half in shadow, lightly tapping one fingernail against her arm.

“So,” Amy said at last, “we tighten the circle.”

Ewan gave the faintest smile.

“Yes.”

He turned, finally facing them.

The softness vanished from his expression at once.

“All units are to remain alert. Every route out of Arlein, every old property connected to Lieta, every research route tied to Argentum, every private airstrip, every coastal exit point.”

His voice remained calm, but it was the kind of calm that forced people to obey.

“There will be movement.”

He looked directly at Ludwig.

“And when it comes, I want eyes on it before she finishes thinking about it.”

Ludwig inclined his head.

“It will be done.”

Ewan’s gaze shifted to Leticia.

“You will take control of urban surveillance.”

Leticia gave a sharp smile.

“With pleasure.”

“To Lucia…”

His eyes narrowed slightly.

“You will watch the council’s internal channels.”

For the briefest moment, Lucia’s expression changed.

“Do you suspect a leak?”

“I suspect blood,” Ewan said. “And blood leaks by nature.”

No one spoke.

Finally he looked to Amy.

“You will stay close.”

Amy raised an eyebrow.

“Close to whom?”

“To me.”

That answer seemed to amuse her.

“I’m honored.”

Ewan ignored the tone.

“There is one more thing.”

He stepped closer to the pond again, looking at the fish now fighting softly for the last pieces of food.

“Do not underestimate Lukas.”

That name changed the air immediately.

Ludwig’s gaze sharpened.

Leticia’s face darkened.

Lucia finally spoke.

“You believe he’s alive.”

Ewan dropped the last of the feed into the water.

“I believe Lieta has never played a game with only one card.”

He turned back.

“And the thing about hidden cards…”

His voice lowered.

“…is that people only notice them after they’ve already lost.”

None of them said it aloud, but the same thought moved through all their minds.

Lukas.

Regna.

If both were alive, then the Van Declaoria family had not killed an heir.

They had only awakened one.

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Far from Arlein, beneath layers of mountain stone and reinforced steel, Regna stood in the underground training chamber of the hidden laboratory.

Cold white lights burned above him.

The room smelled faintly of metal and disinfectant. Lines of data scrolled across transparent screens around the perimeter. On one monitor, his heart rate pulsed. On another, muscle response metrics flashed beside a moving skeletal model.

Regna’s breathing remained steady.

His body still hurt, but the pain was no longer something he merely endured.

Now it was information.

Every ache told him where he had changed.

Every tightening muscle told him where the serum had rewritten him.

He drove his fist into the suspended impact plate before him.

The steel panel shuddered under the hit.

Numbers jumped across the display.

Lukas, standing behind a console, didn’t look surprised.

“Again.”

Regna hit it a second time.

Harder.

The sound echoed through the room.

His knuckles should have hurt.

They didn’t.

“That’s not normal,” Regna muttered.

“No,” Lukas said. “It isn’t.”

Regna turned.

For a moment, anger passed through his face again. It had never really left. It only changed shape.

“You still haven’t told me everything.”

Lukas met his eyes.

“There isn’t enough time to tell you everything.”

“Then tell me what matters.”

Lukas paused, then shut off one of the screens.

“What matters,” he said, “is that Ewan will expect Lieta to move. Which means the obvious routes are already being watched.”

Regna wiped sweat from the side of his face.

“So we don’t use the obvious route.”

Lukas nodded once.

“You’re learning.”

Regna looked at him sharply.

“I don’t want lessons. I want my daughter.”

The room fell quiet.

Lukas stepped away from the console.

“You’ll get her back.”

“That’s not enough.”

“It will have to be.”

Regna’s voice dropped.

“They burned me.”

“Yes.”

“They hunted my mother.”

“Yes.”

“They’re hunting Alena.”

Lukas held his gaze and gave the same answer again.

“Yes.”

Regna’s chest rose once, then settled.

Something colder had begun forming inside him. Not rage. Rage was fast, hot, and loud. This was slower than that.

This was direction.

Lukas noticed it.

Good, he thought.

Because rage gets men killed. Direction wins wars.

He crossed the room and placed a small device on the steel table between them.

A black earpiece.

A compact sidearm.

A folded tactical map.

“We leave tonight,” Lukas said.

Regna looked down at the items.

“Where?”

Lukas unfolded the map.

One point on the coast had been circled.

Another, farther inland, had been crossed out.

“There’s an old logistics corridor the family abandoned years ago,” Lukas said. “They think it was dismantled.”

“But it wasn’t.”

“No.”

Regna studied the map.

“So that’s our way in?”

Lukas nodded.

“That’s one of them.”

Regna frowned.

“One of them?”

Lukas looked up.

“The Van Declaoria family expects direct movement from Lieta.”

A pause.

“What they don’t expect is a second hand on the board.”

Regna understood.

“The hidden piece.”

Lukas allowed the faintest smile.

“Exactly.”

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Across a distant stretch of coast, where the sea rolled in long silver lines beneath a bright Indonesian sky, Sawarna looked almost untouched by violence.

The wind smelled of salt and sun-heated stone.

Waves broke against the dark edges of the shore. Farther inland, palms moved lazily above the sand paths leading toward the village road. Tourists laughed in scattered groups. Motorbikes passed in bursts. From a distance, it all looked simple.

Peaceful.

On the wide sands near the waterline, a man stood barefoot, trousers rolled above the ankles, staring toward the sea as though he had nowhere else to be.

His hair was blond.

A long scar ran from just above his cheekbone down toward the edge of his jaw, thin and pale against sun-browned skin. It gave his face a permanent sharpness, even when he smiled.

He held a pair of sandals in one hand and a phone in the other.

Andre.

He had been in Sawarna for twelve days.

Too long, by his standards.

But he had obeyed the order to disappear, because when certain people told you to vanish, you vanished.

The phone vibrated.

He glanced at the screen.

Unknown number.

That, in itself, meant only one person.

He answered without greeting.

For a few seconds, all he heard was the wind on the other end.

Then a woman’s voice spoke.

Cold.

Smooth.

Controlled.

“Andre.”

He stopped walking.

The scar on his face tightened with his smile.

“That voice usually means my vacation is over.”

“I think your vacation has been long enough.”

The waves broke at his feet.

Andre turned slightly, looking up the beach toward the road.

“Shame,” he said. “Sawarna was growing on me.”

The voice did not change.

“Leave the beach.”

“Now.”

Andre’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Destination?”

“Arlein.”

He let out a quiet breath, half amusement, half anticipation.

“So it’s open.”

“Yes.”

A short pause.

Then the woman said:

“Hunting time is open.”

For the first time, the ease in Andre’s expression disappeared completely.

Something predatory took its place.

He slipped the sandals back on and began walking toward the road.

“Do I hunt the mother,” he asked, “or the son?”

The answer came at once.

“You hunt movement.”

Andre smiled again.

“Understood.”

The call ended.

He stood for a moment under the hot coastal light, looking back once toward the sea.

The holiday was over.

The beach, the wind, the noise of the shore—it all fell away inside him, replaced by an older rhythm. Work. Precision. Blood.

By the time he reached the village road, he had already changed.

A black duffel bag waited inside a parked vehicle beneath the shade of a tree.

He opened it.

Inside lay a compact rifle broken into pieces, a pistol, two passports, a dark jacket, and a plane ticket with no visible name.

Andre zipped the bag shut.

Then he got in the car and drove away from Pantai Sawarna without looking back.

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Back in Arlein, the koi pond remained still.

Ewan stood alone now.

The others had already gone to carry out their orders.

Only the faint sound of water moving through the filtration stones broke the silence.

He looked down at his reflection in the pond.

Broken by the ripples.

Distorted.

He thought of Lieta.

Of Lukas.

Of the boy who was no longer a boy.

Regna.

Then, for the first time that morning, Ewan spoke to no one at all.

“Come, then.”

His voice was almost gentle.

“Show me the card you’ve been hiding.”

---

In the laboratory, Lukas shut down the final screen.

Regna holstered the sidearm.

Neither man spoke for several seconds.

Then Regna asked the question he had been carrying in silence.

“Who else is moving?”

Lukas looked at him.

“You’ll know soon enough.”

“That means yes.”

“Yes,” Lukas said.

Regna’s expression darkened.

“On our side?”

Lukas considered the question carefully.

Then he answered with brutal honesty.

“On no one’s side.”

Regna frowned.

“That sounds worse.”

“It usually is.”

The overhead lights dimmed as the facility entered transit shutdown mode.

A low mechanical hum moved through the walls.

Lukas picked up the map and folded it again.

“Remember this,” he said.

“Families like Van Declaoria don’t collapse because enemies attack them.”

Regna looked at him.

“They collapse when too many people inside the bloodline start wanting different futures.”

He handed Regna the earpiece.

“And right now…”

His voice lowered.

“…everyone is hunting something different.”

Regna took it and slid it into place.

For the first time since waking in the laboratory, his face no longer held confusion.

Only focus.

Only forward motion.

Somewhere across the sea, a hunter had just been called home.

Somewhere in Arlein, Ewan was tightening the net.

Somewhere unseen, a woman who had remained hidden too long had finally started moving.

And between all of them—

between the board, the trap, the bloodline, and the prize—

stood one man who was supposed to be dead.

The game had changed.

Now it was no longer about who would run.

It was about who would arrive first when the hunt finally closed.