Garlox quest

Chapter 51; broken mirrors.

'If you want to call it a night, be my guest.' Zatsu turned around, and looked at Alice quite questionably. 'Do you.. want to stay here?' Alice seemed to be too busy with her notes to pay any notice to Zatsu. 'Yes, if I rest now I might be out of a job soon enough.' Zatsu didn't say anything, he could only respect her for her dedication. 'Good night Alice.' As soon as Zatsu closed the door, Alice looked over her shoulder to see if he really had left. From underneath her notes, she pulled a thin red leather parcel. In faint marker, "Garlox Quest" was written on the front. 'I have been waiting for your story all day. Please, can you tell me more today?' Alice opened the glass cage where the patient was put away in. She sat right across from him, her legs crossed, and her parcel opened at page 55. 'G-garlox will die soon. Mex will be sad, and will find his true destiny soon after.' Alice nodded, as she scribbled everything as fast as she could. 'What about Queenly, and Cheopia?' His left eye turned inside his head, as the other eye stared deadly at Alice's face. 'They will go, and one will be victorious.' Alice nodded once more, and began to quickly sketch the deserts of cheopia as he had described  it to Alice. 'February... Christopher.. no...' Alice's small round eyes started to sparkle, and her small round glasses fell to the end of her nose. 'Christopher? No, that can't be.' She started to gather some of the papers that were laying around. 'Sir, Christopher? Queenly's brother died a while ago, he can't be in the story anymore. You must be sure!' She fiercely held a picture of Christopher that she drew herself. The patient started to foam around his mouth, and fell down on his back, trying to squirm out of the straight jacket that he was put in to. 'I'm sorry! I must have asked too much of you today.. please, we'll get back on it tomorrow. Promised?' She wiped the foam from his mouth, and gave him a caring smile.' The patient didn't reply, and just started to rock back and forth in a slow pace. Alice pressed a kiss against his forehead, and stood up. 'This chapter will be even more amazing than the one before!' She closed the door behind her, and sat behind the typewriter that placed somewhere in the back of the room.

'Oh, and by the way, we leave tonight. You don't have to worry about supplies. Being a generous royal, and above all a good friend. I shall take care of that for you, mexie~.' You could always tell when Queenly was up to something, as soon  as she starts being sweet and hospitable, she got it her way. 'Fine. We'll see you in a bit.' Just as Queenly was half way out the door, she remembered something. 'In a bit? Don't get me wrong Mex..  I want to prevent that anything will happen to you. You.. have met Baldock already, haven't you?' Baldock stepped out front, presenting himself to Mex and February. 'Yes... We had the chance to get acquainted when you locked me up.' He remembered Baldock very well, maybe he could change this in his favour. 'Good, that means I don't have to hold an entire introduction speech. Please, feel free to discuss everything with one another. After all, you wouldn't say anything that isn't meant for my ears, right?' Mex felt his hands being tied down. With Baldock in his house, he could no longer discuss anything with February. 'Of course not. Don't worry about it.' 'That's great.' Queenly said in a strangely caring voice. 'I'll see you at Sun set. I just need to gather my other 2 lovely companions. Don't be late.' As she paraded out of the house, while being followed by a good amount of men, Baldock was left to watch of February and Mex. 'Please, do go on with your business as usual. Just pretend I'm not here.' Mex raised his eyebrow, and looked at February. 'But... here are you? What makes you think you no here?' Mex could see the vein on Baldock's forehead pound. 'It's a figure of speech, M'lady.' 'Everything is speech of figure. Just like I am sayings now.' 'That's enough February, thank you. I'll take it from here.' February awkwardly smiled at Mex, and decided to mind her business somewhere else. Presumably there was a piece of toast that she had yet to examine. 'The walls have ears, huh?' Baldock nodded at Mex. 'You can positively assume that any word spoken here, will be reported back to Queenly.' 'That's unless you forget everything I said over a bottle of wine, drunky.' Baldock glared over at Mex. 'What was that?' 'Eh? Nothing at all, don't mind me. Just lost in thought.' 

'It's just like global warming, not my problem yet.' 'Global.. warming?' Vector looked at Cedilia with a slight frown on his face, like she was playing with his head. 'I didn't know breakfast was being served this soon.' While talking, Lynch opened the door, and made his way into the kitchen. 'Nothing but a staff meeting.' Vector whispered at Cedilia, glaring after her when he got up and continued with his morning routine. 'Well, try again in a bit. I don't see any breakfast being done in an hour or so.' Just like Cedilia, Lynch wasn't really dressed for the occasion. With nothing more than a towel covering his private parts, he paraded through the house. Inspecting the stuff that Cedilia held in her tiny cottage. 'I must say, for being a royal you live in a place a peasant wouldn't even turn his head for.' Cedilia was half asleep, but couldn't stop noticing that she was being treated rather denigrating. 'Hey, just a second. It's not like I want to live here. I haven't been royal for that long. Besides, all my money is going to the royal house of Pannack. I should be glad that I can afford this much.' 'Ha, that's a first.' Vector laughed. 'Since when do you care about how people see you?' 'I don't vector. I'm just educating this 'guest' about what's going on.' Lynch shook his head, and sat down right next to Cedilia. 'You know, I won't be here for long. If I were you I would be enjoying people company. Judging by all the dirty stuff around here, I assume that you don't have many guests over.' Cedilia shrugged, while her face still burried in her pillow that was flat on the table. 'That's where you're right.' Lynch didn't quite get the satisfaction he was hoping for. 'Nonetheless, we shall be leaving soon anyway.' 'I'm not too sure about that, Lynch. I haven't heard back from Queenly yet...' Lynch shook his head. 'We shall leave after breakfast, that is how it will go.' Vector glared at Lynch, but he knew that he had orderd to follow. Get Lynch to safety, and let him see the scrolls that had decended from the heavens. 'As you wish.'