Chapter 296 - 295. The Demon’s Game (5)
Lyall closed the door softly behind him, leaving me alone in the quiet room. I turned my attention to the faintly glowing communication brooch lying on the table. Its soft, persistent hum reminded me of the call I had delayed for far too long.
I picked it up and activated it. "Yes, Uncle," I answered, my voice steady.
"About time you answered!" Silas’s tone was sharp, tinged with worry. "How are you? What’s going on? Why haven’t you contacted me for so long?" His words spilled out in a rush, the questions coming one after the other.
"I’m sorry, Uncle," I said with a small sigh. "I’ve been a bit busy, but I’m fine."
I kept my tone light, omitting the darker truths. He didn’t know about the demon or the chaos that had unfolded since I kidnapped the Pope. If he did, he’d only worry, and I couldn’t afford to burden him with that now.
"What about that dark spell you mentioned?" he pressed.
"I’ve identified the dark mage responsible," I replied, leaning back in my chair. "I’ll deal with him tomorrow night."
"And the Temple?"
"It’s taken care of," I said plainly, but his sharp intake of breath told me he wasn’t convinced.
"Taken care of? Just like that?" he exclaimed. "How is that even possible?"
"I had the High Priest confess publicly," I explained, "and I showed the people a Dragon."