Chapter 326 - Agatha (24) (1/2)

Holon Kingdom. On the same day…

The talk in the tower happened because the woman was extra sensitive to danger. It was in the afternoon…

Back in the Count's opulent residence, although faint, she managed to perceive one when a guard suddenly opened the door and reported some nonsense. As expected the count, who was angered for a sensitive talk was disrupted, heavily rebuked that person. Agatha also showed displeasure and even wanted to punish the other. However, not long after, she realized that something weird then remembered that her senses had actually warned her of some sort of danger a while ago.

So why was it so? Where was the danger?

'It's odd… If the guard only wanted to be heard, there should have been no need for him to create a wide gap through the door…' Back then, she mused.

Afterward, she fell into silence. So was the Count who saw her reaction and then arrived at the same conclusion. She momentarily closed her eyes.

For almost an hour, there were not only two people in the place, but three… It was actually very funny.

The two of them were so engrossed in their conversation that they failed to notice that an intruder had been in the same room and perhaps, even sat on one of the vacant chairs while listening to their talks. Nonsense! Since the topic of their conversation was very sensitive, none of them, of course, slacked off for even a moment. What if the servants or any random person overheard and then reported them to the authorities? They couldn't allow that, could they?

And thus, from the beginning, they were very alert and monitored even the little insects coming and going in the room. Yet, in the end, they still failed to detect the presence of that intruder!

Agatha, with the Count's permission, immediately scattered sleep poison in the whole mansion causing everyone apart from the two of them to fall into a very deep slumber. Their thinking was that no matter how fast the other party was, he or she would still at least take a minute to get outside the count's residence.

But to their dismay, they underestimated the trespasser.

With cold faces, the two split up to scour the city for that person. Depending on the situation, if ever they found him and discovered that he was very strong, then retreat. If not any stronger than the Count, then kill.

Through some luck, Agatha managed to find the suspect in the semi-abandoned observatory a hundred-meter east of the royal palace. There were still guards there. However, it was very easy to pass by them as she could simply scatter some powder to knock them down. It was in this way that she reached the top floor of the tower.

Yet in all the time that she was there, or in actuality… from the time she began ascending the last two flights of stairs, she felt a very unsettling feeling eating her heart. And it intensified upon laying eyes upon the mysterious person standing before a huge open window.

The strangeness in her chest was probably the reason why she unconsciously called, 'Milord'. Even though in this world, only the king was worthy of being addressed that way by her.

”May I know what's in milord's mind?” This was what she specifically asked the youth.

When she saw the calmness in his eyes, she felt cold sweat running down her spine. The reason for the unnerving feeling was this. The youth had purposely guided her there!

A bit frightened by the realization, she hurriedly took back her words. ”It's not my intention to be presumptuous. If milord does not want me to pry, please pretend that I, this insignificant woman, did not ask.”

She received a laugh and a very carefree reply from the other, ”Hey, I'm but a youngster. This kingdom, although only strong in military and stupid in the rest, always has a good tradition to respect the old. You're obviously older than me. So don't act around me like that, Auntie.”

'Auntie…'

If not for the dangerous feeling she was getting from the other, she would have poisoned him to death or had him executed. Now, she only dared to be resentful in her heart. On the outside though, she said, ”Okay, milord.”

”Inflexible,” he remarked. She didn't reply, her mind busy guessing why this kind of person would eavesdrop on two witchcraft users.

”Is it true that you, a respectable Royal Consort, went to Borley? To coax the royalty there to pry some secrets from the Pope of Penemue?” All of a sudden, the other asked.

”Yes.” She chose to be honest.

”Fool,” he said while crossing his arm and sitting on the windowsill. He seemed to not mind his dangerous position, that if the wind strongly blew over and swept him away, he would fall from a height of more than ten meters.

He disdainfully looked at her and continued, ”Once you hand over the method,  do you believe that shameless bunch will not delay giving you your needed information with the excuse that they will first have to verify its validity? By the looks of it, you are so desperate and in love with that king that you won't dare swap the information with a fake. But then, once they have a genuine Nephil, do you think they'll still hand over the cure or that whatever they got from the Pope of Penemue?”

”It's the honor of two royal houses put in line.”