The Tamer Monarch

"It was four years ago," Edward responded. "I received a letter from the Sezile family. The letter was brought to me through a very reputable and trusted channel. I also personally verified the seal on the letter to the best of my abilities, and it was genuine."

"The letter was a recommendation for Angelica, asking to recruit her as a teacher at the academy. It assured me that the girl was a very capable instructor and that I would not have to make any compromises on quality," he continued. "Angelica came to the city a few days later, carrying a copy of the letter."

"And though I would have recruited her anyway, I still tested her. I was fully satisfied. Just as the letter had stated, I did not need to make any compromises regarding my standards. I hired her."

Riguras and Wenton continued to look at Edward in silence, as if they were expecting him to say something more. But they realized after a few moments that he was finished.

"Is that all you have to say?" Riguras questioned.

"Yes," Edward nodded, a confused look on his face.

"You receive a letter, and you just recruit her as a teacher?" Wenton interjected.

"What did you expect me to do?" Edward countered. "I received a letter from the Sezile family, stamped with their family seal. Even though I do not know a great deal, I can safely say that no more than three or four people have the authority to use that seal."

"And you expected me to do something other than what the letter requested?" He questioned.

"Not really," Wenton sighed. "But maybe you could have tried to find out a few more things."

"Yes," Edward nodded. "That was the favour I was going to ask of you."

"Ah, yes, the favour," Wenton remembered. "What do you want me to do in this matter?"

"You must know someone from the Sezile family, right?" Edward questioned. "I want you to find out the relationship between them."

"And it is going to be useful for you, too," he continued. "If in the future you ever want to move against her, knowing her relationship with the Sezile family will be useful, or rather, necessary."

"Alright," Wenton nodded. "I will see what I can do."

Edward gave a satisfied nod and turned toward the Boss.

"Riguras," he said. "At least until things settle down and cool off and we have a few more ideas, can I expect you not to make any unnecessary moves? Moves that can put us in a state of jeopardy?"

Riguras did not reply immediately. He continued to sit in silence. Edward looked toward Wenton with a helpless expression. Wenton nodded.

"Riguras!" He said in a deep and commanding voice.

It was enough of a signal for Riguras to understand what his brother wanted.

"Okay. Fine!" he said in a slightly irritated voice. "I will not do anything and will try to keep things under wraps."

"And I will also tell my people to keep this whole quota thing quiet and not create too much chaos or noise about it," he added. "You can trust my word on this."

A relieved smile appeared on Edward’s face.

"Whatever I have suggested is for the betterment of everyone," he remarked. "We do not want to take a wrong step and get ourselves into trouble."

Riguras did not reply, while Wenton nodded his head with a reassured smile.

"Okay!" Edward said, standing up from his seat. "I will take my leave, then."

He did not wait for any response from the brothers and was on his way out of the room. Not that he was getting any. Edward exited the room, and the door closed behind him. Now only three of them, Wenton, Riguras, and Axel remained in the room. The brothers remained quiet for a few moments before Riguras broke the silence.

"What do you think we should do?" Riguras asked. "Do we send the news about the lady and her apparent interest in a seemingly common or extraordinary boy to the capital?"

The responsibility they had been given at the Royal Winged City, the capital of the Royal Winged Empire, was to report regularly about the lady. Especially if anything unusual happened. And her sudden interest in a boy who had awakened just two weeks ago was certainly unusual.

Compared to Edward, their dilemma was on another level. Although they had described what they had seen of that lady, they had surely not been able to describe the terror that had been induced in their hearts that day.

Nor had they explained to him a lot of other things related to her. Even telling him about her had been a line they would not have wanted to cross in normal times.

Wenton remained silent. It was not a decision that could be taken lightly. It had been eight years since the lady and her master had arrived in the city of Nawarin. And for eight years, things had proceeded as they should have. The master and his disciple had maintained their fixed schedule, never deviating from it. And now that, for the first time, the lady was making an unusual move, they were thrown into a dilemma.

"What do you think?" Wenton asked back.

He knew he was the one who would have to make the final decision. His brother would not suggest anything contrary to whatever he decided, and therefore, he wanted to hear his brother’s opinion first.

"I am not sure," Riguras shook his head. "To be honest, we are stuck between a rock and a wall. Between the devil and the deep sea."

"If we do not inform them, the people in the capital might get livid," he continued. "And if we do inform them, then we might invite the wrath of the lady."

"And though technically we are protected from her by the king’s mandate, I know it does not really hold any value."

"For a lady who was battling the king and his subordinates with the intention of killing them, and who was only sent to a backward place like Nawarin City in exile as a punishment or whatever you may call it, with almost complete freedom, I doubt that the people in the capital will even raise their eyebrows if she ends up killing us," he scoffed. "Probably they might be even expecting this news."

"That day, when that responsibility had been placed on our shoulders, I knew that we would be fucked by this," he added.

Wenton nodded, agreeing with the thoughts of his brother.

"Let us wait for a few days," he suggested. "Then we will decide what to do."

"Fine!" Riguras nodded his head.

This, too, seemed to be the best idea to him. The lady was close to them, and she was far more irrational. It was better to gauge things more clearly before sending any information to the capital.

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