Chapter 11: Chapter 10: ☯️ Yin and Yang

Chapter 10: ☯️ Yin and Yang

After leaving the ballroom, Lady Chay followed the others into the dim subterranean hall of the Seacret Agency. The room was thick with silence, agents forming a disciplined line—backs straight, eyes forward.

Then she entered.

Ms. Nightfall stepped into the chamber, and the air changed. A strange, crushing presence fell over the room. Even C_78—the agency’s most hardened and muscular operative, bearing two wings and a flame burning steadily across his back from genetic modification—stood rigid. His breath was shallow, his hands faintly trembling, his fire nearly snuffed out. Chloe felt her pulse turn to ice. It wasn’t fear. It was something deeper, as if the very core of her will was being tested.

These people—many with abilities that could shake the world—did not dare to speak.

“I see doubt,way we left so early ?” Ms. Nightfall said calmly, her voice low but undeniable. “Let me remind you who commands you.”

The pressure lifted just as suddenly as it had descended. A collective breath was released.

“I am the founder of this Agency,” she continued. “My orders are not to be weighed—they are to be carried out. We are not knights, nor are we civilians. We are something else.”

Her gaze shifted to Chloe. “And you… you burn too hot. Your emotions—if unshackled—could ruin us. Control them. Direct them. Or they will control you.”

Chloe nodded, suppressing the storm within.

“I know you care for the king,” Ms. Nightfall added, quieter now. “But your heart must belong first to the mission. Love is a flame. It can warm, or it can burn a kingdom to ash. don't let it consume your essence ”

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Her grip on Chloe’s arm tightened “You understand?”

“Yes,” Chloe whispered. “I won’t fail you.”

“Good.” Ms. Nightfall’s eyes softened—only slightly. “You must remember what we are.”

She turned to the group. “The Seacret Agency and the Seacret Police both serve the king. But don’t confuse us—we are not the same. The Police are official. Visible. Bound by law. We are the opposite.

We do what they can’t. What the law forbids. We lie, steal, kill. We break the rules—because sometimes the law serves tyrants. We are the king’s hidden rebellion. His answer to the rule of the doctors . When the Castellanos tighten their grip, we slip through their fingers.”

Lady Chay could hear the blood in her ears. It was truth she hadn’t known , yet it felt familiar to her

“This Agency,” Ms. Nightfall continued, “was born the moment King Aldric realized the throne was not his to rule—but theirs to allow. That day, he gave us only one command: Do whatever must be done, so that justice can live, even in secret.”

A moment of silence fell.

Ms. Nightfall turned back to Chloe. “Operation ‘Closer’ depends on your cover. Excel in your butler study. Become invisible. Become essential. Earn trust—then use it. The stars you receive are not for decoration. They are keys to doors locked tight by tradition.”

Chloe recalled the signal from the king earlier in the classroom. Her mission was only just beginning.

“You are Lady Chay in the light, a student in the university, and C_55 in the dark. Do not confuse them. And do not let them blur. If you lose yourself...”

“I won’t,” Chloe said quickly. “I ...I am still C_55”

Ms. Nightfall’s voice dropped to something near a whisper. “We’ve both made mistakes. But unlike the others, you were born for this. You are number fifty-five. you're made for this”

A flicker of something rare passed through Ms. Nightfall’s expression—regret, or perhaps sorrow. “I don’t know if you’ll survive this war. But if anyone can, it’s you.”

She stepped back “We are the yin to the Seacret Police’s yang,” she said. “They bring order. We bring balance. And if the scale tips too far toward tyranny, we are the hand that rights it—silently.”

The agents dispersed.

And though the masquerade had only just begun, Chloe knew Ms. Nightfall didn’t back off without a reason. Something—or someone—was waiting. But she couldn’t turn back now. The order had already been given.