I Reincarnated in Lorien Legacies(I am number four.)

The air inside Saint Theresa Convent was heavy with the scent of old wood, burning candles, and faint traces of incense. The hallways were quiet, in the vast chamber is dimly lit by dozens of candles. Nuns kneel in silent prayer.

Standing just outside the main chapel, Alexander closed his eyes and used telepathy, feeling the hum of life around him. The minds of the nuns and orphans flickered in his consciousness, he can sense memories related to Adelina and Marina in there minds.

Tonight, he would wipe away those memories.

Behind him, Hilde, Katrina, Six, and Dante stood watch, their forms cloaked in the soft moonlight filtering through stained-glass windows. Adelina and Marina remained outside, silent, knowing this was necessary.

Alexander took a deep breath.

Alexander's pupils dilate unnaturally, his irises shimmering with a faint, glacial blue glow. Then he reached outward with his mind.

A deep pulse of invisible energy radiated from him, spreading through the convent like an unseen tide. His telepathy expanded, touching every sleeping consciousness, every waking thought.

The process was delicate.Memories were like ink on parchment—press too hard, and the page would tear.

One by one, the nuns pause mid-prayer. Their eyes glaze over, their breath hitching as a shiver passes through them.

One by one, he found the impressions of Adelina and Marina.

—A nun remembering a young girl named Marina and Adelina, who arrived years ago. Gone.

—A priest recalling the auburn-haired woman who refused to speak of her past. Erased.

—A young orphan who once watched Marina sneak through the gardens at night. Forgotten.

The memories start to fade, blur, or distort, showing that they are being erased or rewritten.

The nuns praying blink in confusion. Their hands return to their rosaries. Their prayers continue, uninterrupted.

A few of them frowned as if trying to recall something just beyond their reach… but there was nothing. No missing pieces. No void left behind.

It was as though Adelina and Marina had never existed within these walls.

Alexander exhaled, slowly opening his eyes.

Behind him, Hilde and Katrina exchanged glances. Even Dante, normally unimpressed, looked vaguely intrigued.

"It's done," Alexander said, his voice edged with exhaustion.

Adelina and Marina hesitated at the doorway. Marina's grip tightened on her Cepan's hand.

"Will they ever remember us?"Adelina asked softly.

Alexander shook his head. "If you want we can restore there memories, but when the time is right."

For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then, Adelina exhaled, a strange mixture of relief and sorrow in her expression.

For Marina it wasn't so hard, since she felt alone in the convent, everything felt like shackle and only one she cared for was Hector Ricardo the "town druck". She already knew from Alexander that Ricardo was going to have a very good life and good job in Stark Industries in Spain.

They turned away from the convent without looking back.

Back at Crayton's safe house, the atmosphere was charged with tension and anticipation. The group had barely settled before Alexander spoke, his voice carrying a quiet confidence that demanded attention.

"We have a Mogadorian base in Spain. We can take it down." His sharp gaze swept across the room. "I want Maggie and Freya here to get some experience in real combat."

Hilde, Katrina, and Dante exchanged looks before nodding in agreement. It was a bold move, but one that made sense.

Across from them, Adelina, Marina, Crayton, and Ella looked visibly shocked. The idea of taking the fight to the Mogadorians, of actively assaulting one of their bases, was something they hadn't expected. They had heard of Alexander's previous successes against the enemy, but now, they were about to witness it firsthand.

Without missing a beat, Alexander reached into his pocket, pulling out his custom phone—a sleek glass panel encased in a rounded black band. A single tap sent a holographic projection flaring to life, illuminating the room in a glow of blue and red light.

The holographic projection hovered in midair, rotating smoothly, casting a faint blue glow across the room. The Mogadorian base layout was laid bare—defensive structures, security patrols, weak points—all mapped out in precise detail.

Alexander's eyes remained locked on the projection as he spoke, his voice calm yet calculated. "We can make the Mogadorians more focused on this external enemy with this new attack than their need to search for Number Four."

The room fell into silence for a moment as the weight of his words settled in.

Hilde was the first to react, her expression hardening with understanding. "You're planning to force them into a defensive position."

Alexander gave a slight nod. "Exactly. We shift their attention, make them believe they're being hunted by an organized resistance. They'll divert resources, stall their search, and by the time they regroup, we will take Four and Henri with us."

Dante let out a low whistle. "Classic misdirection." He crossed his arms, studying the holographic map with renewed interest. "Hit 'em hard, make 'em paranoid. I like it."

Crayton, still adjusting to the sheer scale of what was being proposed, leaned forward. "This isn't just about destruction, is it? You want to manipulate them, control their movements."

Alexander finally turned his gaze to Crayton, his expression unreadable yet resolute. "Every enemy has weaknesses. The Mogadorians are ruthless, but they're also predictable. After the attacks on their bases previously, they pulled all their resources into finding this external threat. But when we stopped attacking, and Number Four showed up on their radar, their focus shifted."

He let the words settle, then continued, "Right now, all their efforts are funneled into tracking him down. If we hit them again—hard—they'll assume we're the bigger threat. They'll redeploy their strongest forces against us, giving Four room to breathe."

A slow, understanding nod passed through the room.

Six crossed her arms, her sharp gaze fixed on the hologram. "And this time, we don't just hit them. We make sure they believe we're not going away."

Dante smirked. "We make them afraid of shadows."

Marina's eyes flickered between the projection and Alexander. "You're playing a long game."

Alexander met her gaze evenly. "I intend to win it."

Silence hung thick for a moment, before Lexa exhaled and spoke up. "Then let's make them bleed."

No one disagreed.