Capítulo 13: Whispers of the Past

The buzz around Ironstride's base was unusually electric. Rumors of a potential meeting involving some of America's top guilds had swept through the ranks, setting tongues wagging and tempers flaring. Felix walked the halls with his signature foxlike grace, his steps silent yet purposeful. Whispers followed him, but they weren't just about the guild meeting—they were about him.

"He's always with Victoria these days. What's she playing at?"

"Doesn't matter. She's taken a liking to him. You'd be stupid to cross her right now."

Felix allowed himself a small, knowing smile. The attention wasn't unwelcome, though it served more as a tool than a distraction. His crimson eyes scanned the room, catching the subtle shifts in body language, the envious glances, the wary nods of acknowledgment. He thrived in these moments, where power simmered just beneath the surface, waiting for someone clever enough to stir the pot.

Victoria "Bladewarden" Cross was the perfect match for this volatile environment. She had been more protective of Felix recently, her actions subtle yet pointed. The way she lingered near him during strategy meetings, the sharp looks she shot at anyone who ventured too close—all spoke of a possessiveness that hadn't gone unnoticed.

Felix tilted his head, observing her from across the room. She was discussing something animatedly with a group of senior members, her silver braid catching the light as she gestured. Her words were sharp and decisive, but her gaze flicked to him more often than it should. Felix met her eyes briefly, offering a faint smile before turning his attention to a nearby bulletin.

His system chimed softly, the notification glowing faintly in the corner of his vision.

System Notification:

Reputation Points: +25 (Gained crucial information about Victoria's connections)

Quest Update: "Uncover Hidden Alliances" - 40% complete

The information he'd gleaned earlier in the day still lingered in his mind. Victoria had an older sister, Amelia Cross, the vice-president of Obsidian Guard—one of America's top guilds. The revelation had been unexpected, though in hindsight, it made perfect sense. Victoria's ambition, her relentless drive to rise above Ironstride's mid-tier status, now had context. She wasn't just fighting for herself—she was chasing a legacy.

Interesting, Felix thought, his lips curving into a smirk. She wants to step out of her sister's shadow.

Victoria's protectiveness grew more apparent as the day progressed. During a training exercise, a cocky guild member approached Felix, his tone bordering on mockery.

"Let's see if that pretty face of yours is backed by some skill," the man said, tossing a wooden practice blade toward Felix.

Felix caught it with ease, his expression unreadable. He opened his mouth to respond, but Victoria's voice cut through the room like a blade.

"He's under my guidance," she said sharply, stepping between them. "Back off."

The room fell silent. The air grew thick with tension as every eye turned to Victoria. Her stance was firm, her tone brooking no argument. The guild member raised his hands in mock surrender, muttering an apology before retreating.

Felix, ever the fox, kept his expression neutral, though inwardly he smirked. She's playing right into my hands.

The system chimed again, its timing impeccable.

System Notification:

New Personal Quest: "Leverage Victoria's Ambitions"

Felix filed the notification away for later. He knew better than to act on it immediately. Timing was everything, and patience was a virtue that he wielded with surgical precision.

The aftermath of Victoria's public show of protection was predictable. Whispers spread like wildfire, but Felix remained composed, navigating the shifting dynamics with ease. Victoria's gaze followed him more intensely now, her ambitions subtly coloring every interaction.

During a quiet moment in the strategy room, Felix planted the first seeds of influence. He offered suggestions that seemed innocuous but were designed to steer the guild's decisions in directions that benefited him.

"If Ironstride aims to secure alliances," Felix said, his tone calm and measured, "leveraging Obsidian Guard's influence could be a game-changer. But it has to be approached delicately—preferably through someone they already trust."

Victoria's eyes gleamed at the suggestion. She nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. "You're right. Timing will be critical."

Felix watched her closely, noting the way her fingers drummed against the table—a telltale sign that she was considering her next move. Good, he thought. Let her believe it was her idea.

System Notification:

Skill Upgrade: Tactical Charm (Level 2)

Reputation Points: +30 (Increased influence within Ironstride)

Quest Progress: "Leverage Victoria's Ambitions" - 25% complete

The system's update was a quiet validation of his efforts. Every move he made, every word he spoke, was part of a larger game that only he could see in its entirety.

As evening fell, Felix's day took an unexpected turn. Victoria approached him with an air of quiet determination, her expression unreadable.

"I need you at an inner circle meeting," she said, her tone leaving no room for refusal.

Felix raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Me? Isn't that a bit... unconventional?"

Victoria's lips twitched into a faint smile. "You've proven yourself invaluable. It's time the others see that, too."

The announcement sent ripples through the guild. Felix could feel the weight of their stares as he followed Victoria to the meeting room. The whispers were louder now, tinged with both curiosity and resentment.

"What's he doing here?" someone murmured.

"He's new. Why does he get a seat at the table?"

Victoria's sharp glance silenced the dissenters, but Felix filed their reactions away. He would deal with them later, in his own way.

The meeting room was dimly lit, its circular table surrounded by Ironstride's most influential members. Maps, charts, and documents covered the surface, each one detailing potential Tower expeditions and alliances. Felix took his seat beside Victoria, his posture relaxed but alert.

As the meeting began, Felix observed quietly, letting the conversation unfold around him. He offered comments only when necessary, his words carefully chosen to add value without overstepping.

The meeting dragged on, the discussions growing increasingly tense as rumors of Obsidian Guard's potential alliance with Ironstride came to the forefront. Felix could feel the undercurrents of power and ambition swirling in the room, each member vying for a position of influence.

When the meeting finally adjourned, Victoria lingered. As the others filed out, she turned to Felix, her gaze steady but carrying an intensity that made the air between them feel charged.

"Felix," she began, her voice softer than usual but no less commanding. "I want you to be more than just a strategist. I want you by my side."

Felix held her gaze, his expression unreadable. A faint smile played on his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Careful what you wish for," he thought, the words echoing in his mind like a quiet warning.

The doors closed behind them, leaving the room heavy with unspoken tension. Felix's mind raced, already calculating his next move. Victoria's ambitions were a weapon he could wield, but they were also a double-edged sword. One wrong step, and the game could turn against him.

For now, though, he would play along. After all, the best fox knew when to lie in wait and when to strike.

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