So it is done

Equals

Luckily, before Jonathan's emotion could go to its full tilt, a moment later, the answer on the scroll screen changed.

You need the help of Atlas' army.

Jonathan was relieved that the emotion had not yet formed into a complete thought, and could not help but exhale loudly.

Of course, indeed, from Ozpin's point of view it was definitely worth having contingencies, after all, Jonathan had not initiated him into the mysteries of magic and Ozpin was still in the dark as to Jonathan's own full powers. Especially considering that the destruction of the past super-horde had left Jonathan disabled, it was logical to assume that such an action was really costly for him. A misunderstanding that Jonathan himself was not keen on dispelling.

Him, being the king of a new Kingdom was already something that made international relations tense – him having the capability of destroying any army at the snap of his fingers, were just asking to be invaded. The fact that it also diverts Salem's attention from himself was a definite plus. But, right now, the situation certainly called for action, and Atlas would come too late to help anyone... perhaps on purpose.

So with a nod to Summer, he divulged a secret that he would prefer to keep secret if not for the dire situation. Of course, Summer was an important figure to Ozpin and therefore must have been privy to Jonathan's abilities on at least some level, but Jonathan still didn't want to reveal all his secrets to her. Especially when dealing with Ozpin, but then, needs to, so he started typing.

"I can destroy the horde without problem."

The message went away, Jonathan only having time to blink before a reply arrived.

"I know."

"Osmond?" Summer's voice sounded nearby, but Jonathan brushed it aside, immersed in his own thoughts.

Does he know? Know what?

He knows, literally. He knows that you can destroy the horde even without the aid of Atlas's army.

Then... Why all this?

A mute question rose in Jonathan's mind, causing him to type another question.

"Why don't you want me to destroy the horde myself?"

The answer to that question came a few seconds later.

"I'm worried about protecting you and Vacuo."

"Huh?" A strange sound came out of Jonathan's mouth as he blinked, looking at the Scroll before shifting his gaze to Summer, who was already looking at him, confused. Seeing Summer wanting to ask something, Jonathan shook his head at the unasked question.

"I'm sorry, I... Need to go..."

He needed to talk with Ozpin face to face as soon as possible. Luckily, for him, distance is just a suggestion.

***

"Ozpin?" Jonathan's appearance in Ozpin's office was, fortunately by coincidence, unobtrusive, as Glynda had left the room only a few minutes ago. Had Jonathan been more sloppy or more abrupt, the likelihood of him appearing out of thin air in front of Glynda would not have been small, not that Jonathan has the presence of mind to be worried about that now.

"I have many questions, but I will start with the most important – what is going on?"

"My dear grandson..." Ozpin replied in his usual manner, but at the moment Jonathan was too focused on the question that was bothering him to pay attention to Ozpin's sense of humor, as unchanged as his expression.