Chapter 77: What Mira Would Not Say

Felix learned by chapter 77 that Luna Gate never gave warnings in a clean voice. It offered polished smiles, friendly doors, and a pressure change in the room just before everything expensive broke. By morning, the latest problem had been dressed as routine: a family name used as a weapon. Everyone else treated it like paperwork. Felix could feel the trap underneath it.

The case should have belonged to someone with more rank, more money, or at least better shoes. Instead, it landed on Felix's desk with a coffee stain over the signature and a deadline that looked deliberately impossible. Mira arrived as rain scratched the windows, carrying a torn receipt and the kind of expression that made even allies step back before asking questions.

"You saw this coming," Mira said. It was not an accusation yet, but it had the shape of one. Felix looked past the question toward the old service tunnel, where two staff members were pretending not to watch them. The useful thing about fear was that it made people careless. The terrible thing was that it made honest people look guilty.

They followed the small details first: the elevator that skipped a floor, the invoice stamped before the office opened, the polite message sent from a phone that had been confiscated. Each clue by itself was ridiculous. Together, they drew a map through undefined. Felix hated how neatly the lines pointed toward a colony prince.

By noon, the building had chosen sides. Friends became busy. Rivals became generous. A clerk who had smiled yesterday would not meet Felix's eyes today. The shift was too coordinated to be natural, and that meant the enemy was no longer testing them from a distance. The enemy had started making room for a public fall.

Mira wanted to move fast. Felix wanted to move correctly. The argument between them was sharp enough to sound like betrayal to anyone listening through the door. That was partly why Felix let it continue. People revealed more when they thought a partnership was cracking, and by the time the shouting stopped, three watchers had leaned close enough to be remembered.

The first confrontation happened in the old service tunnel. a colony prince did not raise a voice. People with real power rarely wasted volume. They offered sympathy, then a warning, then a choice designed to look merciful from the outside. Felix listened until the offer became a confession by accident. A single careless phrase told them which file mattered most.

For one bright minute, it seemed they had won. Felix recovered the missing record, Mira forced a witness to speak, and the room that had been closing around them opened just wide enough for air. Then the witness looked at the recovered page and went pale. "This is not the original," the witness whispered. "This is the version they wanted you to find."

The false record changed everything. It meant the leak was closer than expected. It meant the enemy understood Felix's methods. Worst of all, it meant the rescue, the argument, and even the apparent mistake had been part of a larger hand moving pieces across the board. Felix felt anger arrive cold and useful, the kind that did not burn out quickly.

That evening, Felix and Mira returned to Luna Gate through an entrance nobody used unless they wanted to avoid cameras. The lights inside were off, but the lock was warm from recent use. Somewhere above them, a phone vibrated once, stopped, then vibrated again. The message on the screen contained only four words: We know chapter 77.

They should have left then. Instead, Felix opened the door, because retreat had become another name for letting someone else write the ending. Inside waited a torn receipt, placed carefully beneath a lamp that had not been there an hour ago. Beside it sat a second object that made Mira stop breathing for half a second.

The object connected phase 8 of the fight to something older than the current scandal. the first victory was arranged to expose them. Felix understood the next move just before the hallway lights snapped on behind them. Footsteps filled the corridor, too many to belong to security, and someone on the other side of the door began to clap slowly.