Chapter 232: One Evidence
Back in the streets of the capital, Laura and Fritz were hard at work tracking down the warlock Nimue. Last they heard, he was somewhere in the city’s poorer regions, and they could only hope that they’d get an even better lead sooner rather than later.
"How did this guy even manage to do it?" Laura couldn’t help but ask Fritz as she sighed. Currently, they were both staking out a suspicious building that they suspected hid the warlock. "Did he give something to this Rosela woman that somehow made it possible for her to control the King?"
"Based on a few evidence we gathered and what we know so far, that’s exactly what happened," Fritz replied even as he was busy looking at the building in front of them for any discrepancies. "It was a potion that did the trick. Apparently, Rosela spiked His Majesty’s morning drink that day, allowing her to proceed with her plans."
Laura shrugged at that, and predictably, the air between them settled back down to boring nothingness as they continued their observations. She knew the answer to her own question, of course, but there was just nothing else to do at the moment beyond speculating and hoping that something would come up. Sure, they moved ever so closer to finding and arresting the warlock with each day that passed, but there were some days that progress just moved slower than others.
And to her disappointment, that day was one of those many days.
"I really hope that something happens today," Laura whined as she rested her head on her hand. "I don’t want this day to be just us watching this empty building for hours at a time."
"But it’s still a part of our task, Lady Laura," Fritz scoffed beside her. "Besides, weren’t you just bragging about how you’re going to replace Lord Haman?"
Laura rolled her eyes at that. "What can I say? It’s a decently achievable goal," she humble-bragged with a scoff. "Besides, it’s fairly obvious that the man has dealings with the warlock. The moment either one of them slips up, it’s over for him, and any sort of status he has would be up for grabs."
"A very respectable goal, at least, even if it’s coming from a vain angle," Fritz chuckled. "Still, I must admit that your thoughts have merit. After all, you did piece together the fact that they both have similar styles of dealings and operations."