Clever Plan

“So all the suspicions lead to those rotten aristocrats, huh?” concluded Alex, his eyes gleamed with light.

"Aye, so whit are we waitin' fer? Let's raid their residence afore they ha' the chance tae flee or tamper wi' evidence! We cannae be lettin' 'em slip through our fingers like sand in an hourglass, nae siree. We'll tak' 'em by surprise an' make 'em rue the day they crossed us!" urged Gremio, showing for the umpteenth time that he was more brawn than brains.

Alex looked at the dwarf with an understanding smile. He could feel his little friend’s sentiments and feelings, enraged for his sake. But it would take more than guts to solve this matter.

“Sir Gremio, as much as I would like to storm their place to finish this issue, but I believe that would be too abrupt,” denied Helene as politely as she could, as expected as the holy maiden of the continent. “No matter how strong our suspicion is, I’m afraid that our evidences are merely not enough.”

The flaming blaze that consumed Gremio