Chapter 45: Message to the Kingdom 2
Raiden stared directly at Levi, disappointment creeping in. How exactly would handing over the book help their case when they already believed he worked with the assassins?
"We won’t necessarily give them the book," Levi said. He walked toward Raiden, placed his hand on his shoulder, and smirked. "We tell them the truth, and if they want it, they come for it."
Raiden stared into Levi’s eyes for a moment, his mind spinning as he reconsidered what Levi was saying.
Telling the truth, huh?—he thought as he reached for his jaw. He then smirked; it wasn’t a bad idea at all. He could simply lie by speaking the truth, a truth he was certain the elders wouldn’t want to hear.
However, his expression darkened in an instant. "How exactly are we going to speak with them?" He raised an eyebrow. "We’re trapped, remember?"
Levi smirked and reached into his pocket, removing two stones: red and blue. "Well, I took the initiative to get us some recorder stones."
Raiden smirked and collected the stones from his hand, analyzed them, and gave them back to him. "Prepare the pensieve for the recording at the training room." He rested his hand on the door handle. "I will be getting the others."
Raiden opened the door, and opposite Levi’s room was Freya’s. He closed the door behind him and took a deep breath. With Freya being such a notorious traitor in her kingdom, and also being in this pretty bad situation, was getting her up for the recording a good idea?
He stood just before her door and pondered this for quite a while before he finally shook his head to get himself together. Whether Levi’s suggestion became successful or not, the kingdom was bound to send people there, and when they did find her, his situation was bound to worsen in that regard.
So he took a few steps forward and knocked on the door. With a low and soured tone, she asked Raiden to come in. Her room was no different from the previous rooms, but just like everyone else except Levi, she lacked a mirror.
Just a little glance to his right revealed Freya. She lay on the bed, covering herself with a blanket, and the sorrow in her eyes said it all—she had been crying because of Free’s death.