Chapter 250: The hopeless escape.
When the news came to Sigrid, she was on the mage estate, preparing to interrogate the foreign mages. Alistair was the one delivered the news to her, having received it from the butler of the Fairfax family who was one of them.
It brought a smile to Sigrid’s lips and even gave her some relief. She could feel it in her soul that she was at the last stop. Once the Fairfax family fell, Emmah would have no more life line and no more helpers.
"What should we do next?" Alistair asked her.
"Nothing for now, let her settle in and get comfortable. I think I will give her a month or two then rip out the carpet from beneath her feet." She had to bring down the Fairfax’s along with Emmah.
She needed some time, to set them up for treason properly and that would be in the spring or summer. It needed to happen at a time when tension between Medoris and Eldoria was ripe.
Sigrid stood up, not forgetting to carry the vacuum flask with hot tea along with her. Alistair reached his hands out, requesting to carry the flask for her. When she was handing it over, Lanai shoved him aside and she took it.
The maid did not forget to glare at the butler who was always too eager to please Sigrid that he blurred the lines between his duties and those of the maids.
Sigrid ignored their intense background eye battle, left her office in the tower, taking a magic operated elevator that went deep in the ground.
The magic prison lay down in the ground, hidden within the tower. It was a place where spells turned to mist, enchantments turned to dust and escape was all but a hopeless illusion.