Chapter 145 - Elderly insight
Scarlett froze.
How did he know of her ties to the Cabal?
“…I am not certain what you mean by that,” she said.
Dean Godwin studied her closely, his gaze unswerving. From a side pocket in his jacket, he withdrew a silver ring and effortlessly slid it onto one of his gloved hands. “Pardon my rudeness, Baroness, but I believe that is a lie.”
She glanced over at Lady Withersworth and the others engrossed in their own conversation, the sound still not reaching her.
“I thought this would be a discussion best kept between us,” Godwin said. He stood half a head taller than her, and there was a weight to his words that hadn’t been there earlier. “Now, if you would not mind answering my question… What is your connection to the Hallowed Cabal?”
His presence loomed large yet was strangely relaxed, but it wasn’t anything Scarlett couldn’t deal with. It reminded her of the pressure she had felt when standing in front of the emperor, though. Perhaps there was some magic at play. When the man looked at her, it felt as if he was observing more than just her physical being.
She cleared her throat. “I have never heard of this ‘Hallowed Cabal.’”
While she didn’t know what he knew or how he’d learned it, admitting anything here was ill-advised. But so was provoking an archwizard. She needed to find another way of handling this situation.
Seconds passed as the older man silently assessed her.
“Very well,” he eventually said.
With one wave of his hand, their surroundings transformed, and the two of them found themselves standing in a vast void of white light.