125 Gheele Folami - Major Chapter - Silent Maneuver (1/2)
Year 2035, March
23:50 P.M
Gothenburg, Sweden
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A week later, we already left Italy and started to spread my Aegis particles in Sweden. It was cold, so Agatha and I still wear our winter coats. Nonetheless, my Lutalo uniform was underneath my coat, along with the Aegis Gear that I possessed. It was hard at first for me to accept the Gear from Klaus, however, it was undeniable that it could increase my chance of winning.
We walked across the streets of Gothenburg under the cloudless night, with streetlights brightening the area. After some time, we arrived at Gothenburg's City Museum. There was a river next to the street. Moreover, the area was deserted, with no signs of life whatsoever. That much was to be expected.
”Master Gheele,” called Agatha.
I halted and then turned around to look at her. ”What is it, Agatha?”
”Gothenburg is the last place we need to be, am I correct?”
I nodded. ”Yes. I would have liked it if we go further north and spread my Aegis particles in Sweden. But, The Four Pillars are our biggest concern. Going there would only mean we cut our escape route.”
”Indeed. We shouldn't be here more than a few days.”
”Hmm.” I glanced left and right. ”You are afraid that the patrolling Anciles might find us.”
”Yes.”
”Also, I shouldn't take too much time doing this one thing. Going back to Neo Africa as quickly as possible should be our goal after we are done.”
Agatha giggled. She covered her mouth when I cast a confused look at her. ”S-Sorry.”
I waved my right hand in her direction. ”Is there something in your mind?”
”Um, you must be worried about Ava and the others, right, Master Gheele?” said Agatha.
”That is true. I can only imagine what Caesar is doing with the authority I had given him back in the palace. No one knows what is in his mind . . . Now that I think about it, I should have that Hope guy replace me for a while.”
”At least you know he wouldn't do the unexpected,” said Agatha.
”Precisely. He seems to have all that I want for my successor. My ministers are all foolish and old . . . Still, that Hope is still young, compared to Caesar.”
Agatha nodded.
”Anyhow, let's get back into the alley,” I said.
I cast a quick glance at the Ancile to my right. So far, it didn't do anything other than what I had commanded, which was a good thing of course. That Ancile was carrying a leather school bag, which contained our supplies and necessities. We didn't need a large bag like before since the next day would be the final day we stayed in Gothenburg.
At least, that was what I intended to do.
We headed to an alley a few blocks ahead to rest ourselves. It was almost midnight, and it would be wise to not delay our sleep any longer.
”You should sleep, Agatha,” I said as I handed her a gray blanket from the school bag. Her face told it all. She didn't want to sleep, but at the same time, she didn't like the idea of refusing my offer. ”On second thought, I should--”
Agatha grabbed the blanket away from my hand. ”I want to be on the lookout actually, Master Gheele.”
”Ah . . . But you were on the lookout yesterday, right? Today it's my turn. I already took a nap just a few hours ago, so it should be fine,” I said.
Her fingers dug deep into the blanket as she stared at the ground. ”The Ancile, Master Gheele. The robot can stay on the lookout instead of you.”
”Hmm.” I looked at the Ancile standing in front of me, with its focus on the path to our right. ”I could, yes. Even so, I don't trust machines. This Ancile right here is one example.”
”Ah, I see. Then, if you excuse me, Master Gheele.” Agatha used her winter coat to cover her entire body like a blanket. Then, she used the actual blanket that I gave her on top of it.
I sighed and stared in the direction the Ancile was looking at. There was a corner up front that led to the open streets. Once a while, while I was on the lookout with the Ancile, I looked at Agatha. She didn't really look like her, but right then and there, it felt like my mother was next to me.
My mother, Shaquana Folami, was indeed beautiful. She gained a lot of attention while I was twelve-years-old, and it was due to her giving charity wherever she went. When her servants greeted her, she would treat them with kindness. Her smile and the way she handled everything with patience and grace were admirable.
Even when I was there in that alley, the feeling of admiration for her still burned inside me.
Sadly, she died when a male servant stabbed her in front of my eyes. Back then, my mother and I attended my birthday celebration at the palace. I was fourteen at that time. A male servant came to us and without warning, he pulled a knife from his back and stabbed her in the chest. The image of my mother lying down on the floor with me crying at her side was still vivid.