2026-06-06 23:02:29CHAPTER SEVEN
“Oh. Is that so?” Caspian didn’t look like he had any form of impression on his face. He turned to Liora and took a deep breath. Seraphina didn’t seem to be bothered by them. She simply walked up to Lucian with a smile. “I need you to accommodate me to the Sovereign Castle.” “Why?” Lucian asked, making a turn. Caspian laughed, and Liora joined him shortly, certain that she knew exactly what was funny. “The Peasant thinks he is now mighty!” He sneered, pointing at him with disdain. He turned to Seraphina and took a deep breath. “Don’t bother with him. He is undeserving of such honor.” Again, Seraphina ignored them, her eyes still on Lucian. “Please, my father wants to see you. He wants to see the man who saved me.” She examined, pleading even with her eyes. Lucian suddenly felt the need to leave that place, and after a quick thought, he nodded. The lady led the way at once, out of the Auction house. “We are going to meet the Emperor’s right-hand man. General Hector.” Seraphina said while they were on their way, and that sounded like a warning. Lucian didn’t have any problem with that, not until they finally arrived at the Sovereign castle. He set his eyes on the three men, seated in council and awaiting their arrival. The General and the two elders with him sat with their eyes on them, then the oldest Enzo spoke. “Welcome. You must be Lucian. The one who saved Elder Ivan’s daughter from those mercenaries.” Lucian nodded, turning to the General. The General and Seraphina’s father stood up alongside at once, joining Elder Enzo in the same space. Elder Enzo continued staring at the two of them, and it was impossible to tell if they were going to keep to their words or not, but at that moment, he also knew that he didn’t have any choice at all. It was either he told them what they wanted to hear or he could die a very painful death. “Go on, Elder Enzo. We are waiting for you.” Lucian said with a smile on his face, still staring at the old man who took in a deep breath and exhaled sharply to get rid of some of the tension that he was harboring inside himself. He turned to look at General Hector who had decided not to say a word until necessary, and when he returned his gaze to Lucian, he sat on the ground to be more comfortable before he began to speak. “There is a man named who has been giving Angus instructions on what to do and when to do them. I think he is responsible for all the dungeon attacks and most of the outbreaks that have been happening in the kingdom and beyond…” “What man? Doesn’t he have a name?” “I don’t know what he is called, I don’t even know if he has a name,” Enzo said to Lucian who huffed some air at once, not sure if he was going to believe him or not. “Go on, tell me more…” Lucian said after a while, resorting to hearing the rest of the narration even though he really wanted to hear all the details. “He is the leader of the Shadows of Retribution and plans on taking over the Empire after he has succeeded in killing the Emperor. But I think he is missing something and desperately needs to find it.” Elder Enzo paused for a while, and when General Hector grew tired of the silence, he decided to break it at once. “What is it? What is he in search of?” “Something very powerful, he calls it the Phoenix Heart Root…” “The Phoenix Heart Root?” General Hector said inquisitively, and Enzo nodded in response. “Yes, the Phoenix Heart Root. Angus was certain that he was going to find it no matter what. He said that he was going to raid the dungeons just to make sure that he found it for the leader of the Shadows of Retribution.”
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Pavel Ors had left the barracks before noon.The King had ordered two soldiers to accompany him back to the eastern district, where he would help identify the office in which he had worked. He had also been instructed not to discuss his visit with anyone until the inquiry was complete.Hector watched the party leave through the courtyard.“He was careful with his answers,” Lucian said from the bench near the window.“He was a clerk,” Hector replied. “Careful answers are part of the profession.”Lucian shifted against the cushion. His strength was returning, but slowly. He had spent the morning reviewing the dispatch records with the King and had needed to stop twice to rest his eyes. The King had noticed both occasions and had made no effort to hide his displeasure.“He remembered Venn,” Lucian said. “But he could not remember whether Doss's credential appeared on the list.”“He also said he never saw the tokens.”“Which means he cannot confirm that the list was accurate.”Hector turn
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The handwriting examination produced its first result the following morning.Hector was with the King when the archive clerk arrived, carrying the original notice ending Marek Doss's employment and three pages of comparison entries. The clerk placed them on the table and waited until the King had finished reading the report.“The acknowledgment beside Doss's name does not match the handwriting of the administrator who approved his departure,” the clerk said. “It also differs from the hand used for most of the other returned-token entries in that register.”“Does that establish that it was forged?” the King asked.“No, Your Majesty. The entries were made by several clerks over the years. We cannot identify the writer from the samples available. We can only say that it was not written by the administrator whose name appears on the notice.”Hector examined the acknowledgment.“Was the person who received the token supposed to sign?”“Yes. The procedure required the receiving clerk to rec
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The first reply concerning Marek Doss came from the western district.It was brief and unhelpful. Doss had been employed as a temporary document courier by the royal household, but his service had ended several years earlier. The district office held no record of his arrival, and no subsequent appointment had been entered against his name.The second reply came from the city watch.A man matching Doss's description had once rented a room near the southern gate, but the lodging-house keeper had closed his establishment before the date could be confirmed. No forwarding address had been left.Hector read both reports in the King's presence.“We know he received the token,” he said. “We don't know whether he returned it, lost it, or gave it to someone else.”The King tapped the dispatch book with one finger.“And we don't know whether the token found near the northern gate was the original.”“The locksmith believes it was made to the same pattern as the household tokens. The number matche
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The royal archive sent its reply shortly after the morning bell.Hector was reviewing the previous day's reports when a clerk arrived carrying a narrow wooden case. Inside lay three registers, a bundle of loose slips, and a sealed statement from the chief archivist.“The records concerning numbered tokens were kept separately from the ordinary guard inventories,” the clerk explained. “The archivist found these in a cabinet used by the former royal household administration.”“Why were they kept separately?” Hector asked.“The tokens were not issued to ordinary guards. Some were used by messengers and officials who needed to collect sealed documents from restricted offices. The register was maintained by the household administration, not the captain of the guard.”Hector opened the case.“Who had access to it?”“The chief administrator and two clerks. The archivist could not establish whether the register was complete. Several pages have been removed.”Hector looked up.“Removed recentl
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The search for the boy began before sunrise.Hector divided the city watch into small teams and sent them to the messenger stations, market stalls, and lodging houses along the northern road. The description was limited: a boy of fourteen or fifteen, with a scar near his ear, who had carried a folded message to a man in a grey coat.It was not much to work with. Boys carried messages throughout the capital, and a scar was hardly unusual. Still, the lodging-house keeper had remembered the boy clearly enough to distinguish him from the other children who visited the courtyard.Hector instructed his men to ask questions without making accusations. If the boy had been paid to deliver a message, he might have done nothing more than earn a few coins. Frightening him into silence would serve no purpose.By midmorning, the first team returned with a name.The boy was called Niko. He lived with his aunt in a narrow street behind the old cloth market and sometimes carried parcels for merchants
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Hector returned to the eastern market before the afternoon crowds had begun to thin.He took Sergeant Pell and two guards with him, leaving the rest of the barracks to continue the inquiries into Silas Merrow and the missing records. The report from Nessa had given them a place to begin, but he knew how quickly a witness's memory could become unreliable when several people questioned them about the same event.The market watch commander met them beside the gate.“We have checked the men assigned to investigations in this district,” he said. “No one admits to questioning the fruit seller, and none of the descriptions match an officer we can identify.”“Did anyone show her a warrant or an official seal?”“No. She says he displayed a paper, but she could not read it.”“Then the paper proves nothing.”The commander lowered his voice. “There is another matter. Two merchants remember a man in a grey coat asking questions about strangers near the northern road. One says the man asked whether
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