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TPM chapter 209 Taking Cassandra to a Deeper Floor

The tent fell silent after the discussion ended. Cassandra sat tense near the edge, Daphne close at her side. At the centre, Luthar stood motionless beside Lily and Natasha, as if nothing in the world moved unless he permitted it.He remained still, but his attention had already drifted far beyond the tent.

First Mephisto. Now Apollo.

It was almost impressive how reliably the world refused to let him work in peace, how often someone decided that blood was a necessary component of progress.

He weighed his options.

Returning to the surface meant delays. Unclaimed materials. Lost momentum.

Continuing meant the opposite. Progress preserved. Resources secured. But his absence would give Apollo exactly what he needed: time. Time to move while Luthar was out of reach.

Luthar turned slightly, the helm angling toward Lily.

"You will go back," he said. It was not a request. "Find everyone Apollo is working with, and anyone connected to him."

Lily nodded immediately, already reorganising her plans.

"When you are finished," he continued, "send me a message. We will remove Apollo and everyone tied to him in a single move."

Lily frowned faintly. "What if Apollo acts first?"

"Then we catch him first," Luthar replied. "And make an example of him."

He paused, then added more quietly, without any loss of certainty, "After that, there will be no one left to trouble me. At least in this world."

Lily hesitated for half a second before asking, "So you are going to kill everyone?"

"That depends on the situation."

As the words left him, Luthar's attention shifted—away from Lily, away from the Dungeon—and settled on Cassandra.

The movement was subtle. Enough to make her stiffen.

It was surprising for him that instead of hiding and waiting for the future to crush her the way it had in every vision she'd described, she had looked for help from the people she never met.

That alone marked her as different.

"You said everyone was dead," Luthar said. His voice was even. "So what about you and your friend"

Cassandra swallowed, then nodded. "I only see the destruction of Apollo Familia's mansion, and its members' dead bodies," she said. "But I didn't see Daphne. Or myself."

She hesitated, fingers curling into the fabric of her sleeve.

"Natasha might have helped us to avoid me getting involved, "she said, looking up at him.

"You have two choices," Luthar started speaking. "You can return with Lily. Stay inside the church. Remain out of sight while this resolves."

Her shoulders eased slightly at the words.

"Or," he added, "you can follow me."

That tension returned immediately.

"The second option is not safe," Luthar said. "And it places you close to the actions If violence happens quickly, you may become a casualty simply by being present nearby."

He paused, letting that sink in.

"But it also means when I act I will not accidentally kill you"

Before she could, Lily spoke.

"Wouldn't that change the future?" she asked, frowning. "If she stays with you instead of asking Natasha for help, doesn't that break what she saw?"

Luthar's helm tilted a fraction.

"Prophecy is a little complicated," he said. "It's a bundle of possibilities twisted together. Easy to complete. Easier to break."

He looked back at Cassandra.

"What you saw might be just a small part of the future," 

Cassandra's breath caught.

"Then… I don't have to—"

"You still can," Luthar said, cutting in. "If this would make you feel better"

He turned his head slightly.

"Ask her."

Natasha straightened at the signal, eyes flicking briefly to Luthar before settling on Cassandra.

Cassandra hesitated—then stepped forward.

"Ms Natasha", she said quietly, "can you help Daphne and me and protect us?"

Natasha held her gaze for a long moment.

After getting Luther's silent approval, she nodded once.

"As long as it does not endanger my sisters or me, I will help you as much as I can," Natasha replied, careful to ensure she made no promises she might be unable to keep.

Relief hit Cassandra hard enough that she had to steady herself.

Luthar watched the exchange, then spoke again.

"We need to continue moving it would be better if we could collect all the ingredients before Apollo starts causing trouble"

The tent came alive after that.

The Black Widows moved without question. Cassandra and Daphne stayed close together.

Lily paused near the entrance, then looked back.

"I'll do what you asked," she said, "but I hope I can get some extra help."

Luthar nodded.

"You can ask Freya for help " he replied. "If it's not enough you can even involve Hephaestus "

"I will."

She spared Cassandra one last look, then left the safe floor.

Once the tent was packed and Black Widow's weapons exchanged, Luthar turned toward the passage leading to the lower levels.

"Stay close," he said to Cassandra and Daphne.

While they followed him deeper into the Dungeon, events outside moved along a different path.

Freya had intended to depart for Denatus immediately.

But she never made it past the inner hall.

Her Familia stood in her path, every member present, forming a silent barrier that forced her to stop. Their expressions were wrong. Not defiant. Not fearful. Heavy. Depressed, as though each of them carried a weight they could not set down.

For the first time in a long while, Freya hesitated.

She studied their faces one by one, searching for the familiar spark of devotion, the quiet awe that usually followed her presence without effort. It was there—but dimmer. Strained. Tainted by something she had not anticipated.

Freya took a slow step back.

An unwelcome thought crossed her mind.

Had she lost her charm?

She dismissed it at once.

The world could lose its colour. Kingdoms could fall into ruin. Magic could fade into irrelevance. But her charm was immutable. It was not something that diminished with circumstance.

Which meant the problem was not her.

Her gaze returned to her Familia.

Something had gone wrong.

The question was whether it required understanding… or correction.

She considered the matter with the same calm she used for all decisions of consequence. One path involved patience, listening, and untangling whatever doubt had lodged itself into their minds. The other used force and reminded them, painfully, who they belonged to.

Both methods were effective.

Freya exhaled softly, weighing them like a parent deciding whether a child needed comfort or discipline.

In the end, she decided first to listen to them then let Ottar discipline them.

As for denatus it could wait a little bit.

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