Chapter 7: Cursed One

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In the opulent suite of Edgar Greyhood, he was immersed in his work, furiously scribbling away with his ink and feather pen on a stack of papers. The room, spacious and richly adorned, had been allocated to him as a representative of Fyr, by order of his emperor, Andreas Edensveel. Though accustomed to the comforts of his own home, Edgar couldn't fault the princess's hospitality; he was, after all, being well taken care of.

This morning, however, he was thrown off balance by startling news. The young man from another world, who had been the subject of much intrigue, had disappeared with Kanami on a mission to rescue the king. This development had quickly spread among the maids, leaving everyone buzzing about the absence of the princess's loyal bodyguard for over a week.

As Edgar scratched his head with the feather of his pen, he managed to stifle his grumbling. The revelation of a potential traitor among the castle staff gnawed at him, and he was left to depend on the young, inexperienced princess to forge a lasting alliance between Fyr and Sora. Despite his persistent pressure, he began to question whether this country could hold together.

Every passing moment deepened the suspicions surrounding Edgar. Though he had a plan ready to address any potential criticisms, he was becoming increasingly anxious. Just as he finished signing off on another stack of papers, a sharp knock interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in!"

The door creaked open to reveal Uther, the seasoned mage, and Jason Borone, the former captain of Sora's knights. Jason's intense gaze, scrutinizing through his glasses, made Edgar uncomfortable.

"What can I do for you?" Edgar asked, shifting uneasily in his chair.

Without a word, Uther placed a folded letter on the desk with a decisive thump. The impact made a reverberating sound through the room. "Can you explain this?" Uther demanded.

Startled, Edgar unfolded the letter, and his eyes widened as he read its contents. It was an ultimatum from Emperor Andreas Edensveel himself, demanding that Princess Morgann Sora surrender her claim to the throne and submit to the empire.

A cold sweat broke out on Edgar's forehead. He shifted nervously in his seat. "I-I don't understand, this—"

"What. Is. The. Meaning. Of. This?" Jason's voice was low but fierce as he leaned closer, his glasses reflecting his anger in the sunlight.

"I truly don't know!" Edgar stammered, trying to hold his composure as his heart raced.

"The fairies have confirmed he isn't lying," Uther eyed Jason to the side, asking him to calm himself down.

"I see." The man in a suit and a tie, his expression softening slightly, stood up and removed his glasses, which seemed small and insignificant in his large hands. "Mister Greyhood, I am sorry for you," he said in a measured tone.

"I am genuinely shocked," Edgar said, trying to steady himself. "I spoke with my lord this morning, and he didn't mention anything about this."

"Does it mean it's another trick of the traitor?" Uther wondered aloud.

"Perhaps. Now that Kanami is gone, it will be harder to protect Morgann. I expected an attack, but this is beyond what I anticipated." Jason carefully wiped his glasses before putting them back on. "Mister Greyhood, I hope you can assist us in identifying who left this message."

"May I ask where you found it?" Edgar inquired.

"It was on the audience throne, for all to see. The guards reported that no one was seen placing it there," Uther replied. "I was the first to discover it.

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