Archive Of Potentialities.

Short story: The bane of history 4.

"We'll be in here for a while, tell everyone that we should not be disturbed." Takt the rebellious addressed his subordinate as he walked into a dimly lit meeting room.

This was the leader of the Justiciars, a group that sprouted up near the Farmenas Kingdom; it was a group that was concealed in shadow and mystery to this day.

Not because of their overwhelming strength, but because of their excessive caution. This was a group that obviously opposed official rule but had not been able to do much to change them, their passive methods made them hard to be investigated.

Only a few successful attempts at revolution had been made over the past hundred and fifty years, something that changed recently.

Governments all over the cardinal world had begun to notice relatively bolder and more frequent movements from them. It was obvious that the hands of history were about to turn.

"Alright, let's not delay any further." Takt addressed the woman sitting quietly on the expensive sofa in the room.

She didn't respond as she stared blankly into space.

As silent as ever huh…

Takt mused as he sat opposite to the lilac haired woman, obstructing her view of whatever she was looking at.

"Why did you call this meeting? You're well aware of my work in Felken." Her soft voice wafted over him, she sounded totally disinterested in the world around her.

For a group of radicalists, such an apathetic person seemed perfectly out of place.

"Oh please, we both know you've hit a roadblock over there. You couldn't even interfere with their 'ambassadors'."

Takt wasn't someone who deliberately poked fun at others but he was a person that was so blunt that he came off that way. The woman's blue eyes remained as passive as ever.

It could be said that his bluntness and her apathy made them the perfect working partners.

"That was beyond me. They seemed fixated on the idea of an easy solution, they also knew of the situation between Ingracia and tempest to some extent so they were able to foresee the majority of the outcome of a failure. All in all, they saw no problem in taking rash measures."

"Hey Daria, are you sure we're going about this the right way? This organization has been around for this long yet our knowledge is still lacking. The feeling of struggling in vain has been nagging at me."

The woman, Daria, looked at Takt. At this moment, she no longer felt like a simple spectator. A single emotion was present in her bearing.

Determination.

"The key is balance. Before you took over leadership, the organization was too passive. It never made any notable progress. Now, with you we have managed to infiltrate Ingracia of all places. Being overly aggressive without the strength to back it up would be folly, you need to find the middle ground. If you find it hard, I'm still here to rein you in." Her voice had grown strong and clear, no longer feeling like a slight breeze but like a metal wall.

"Balance huh…I suppose you're right. Balance is always the answer."

"Indeed, things might go a little off the rails due to Felken's rash actions but as long as Haier can maintain his position, we should be able to control the situation to some extent."

"Haier huh, thankfully nothing has gone terribly wrong in Ingraci-"

"Hey! Boss said no one should disturb him!" The discussion was abruptly interrupted by the outraged voice of the guard stationed outside.