Vana's POV
“Bring me a chair. I’ll tell them all about the things I did so they can connect the dots. It’s going to be a long story.”
One of his men brought him a chair, and he sat down, heaving a breath as he reclines on his seat. I glowered at his direction, stopping my attempt of escaping as curiosity and my instincts got the best of me. I lowered an eye on my blouse top, glancing down in one of my buttons.
“Why don’t we start in the research Clorence, Yerica, and I conducted. I’m certain you’ve learned of that today,” he stated.
“The one Duke Highmore funded,” I muttered.
“Exactly, and would you believe me that I convinced Duke Highmore to fund the research and to end up taking the land as our territory?” Chairman Zerondale explained, glancing at me. “By the look in your eyes, you did.”
Manipulation, acting, and gaslighting ar
Vana's POV “Yes, all those murders you solved. All of it was orchestrated by me.” “What?” I mumbled with a cracking voice. Did he just say that he orchestrated all the missions we’ve been. “What does that mean?” “First off, I initiated the terrorist attack on the ship to keep the public and the Special Unit distracted as I steal the Dragon Egg from the museum,” the Chairman explained. “You bribed Reynolds McValeri.” “I persuaded Reynolds McValeri and Clashing Seasons to start a terrorist attack, while I stea the Dragon Egg from the National Museum of Ashern,” he corrected. “I didn’t bribe him.” “And what about our missions?” I asked, pulling myself forward. “Duke Castiel’s death and the Cindre sisters’ death are necessary for my plans; to shake the kingdom’s pillars and slowly make my way up the ranks,” Chai
Vana's POV “It’s in your office, isn’t it, Chairman,” I chuckled, teasing. “Inside the Magic Council Tower… in Jasper Academy.” Chairman Zerondale heaved a breath, chortling as though our words are a joke. He raised his gaze at us, piercing through us as its cold hollowness sent shivers down my spine. I dared to hold my gaze against him, his façade smile fading from his expression. “I thought you’re just a random pair I needed to threaten, but you’re a more serious to me than I thought,” the Chairman muttered. “Why do you want to get rid of the pillars, Chairman Zerondale? You tried to shake it and get rid of two, why do it?” Jerome asked. Chairman Zerondale turned his cold gaze at Jerome, staring at him. “Obviously, because I was aiming to get my hands on the Sword of Darkness.” Jerome’s brows furrowed in confusion, baffled by th
Vana's POV My consciousness is drowsy when I woke up, vision blur as I adjust to the new place we’ve been relocated in. metal bars lined on my left and a wall against my right. The smell of rotten food and sewage water tickled my nose, the dim surrounding not helping clear my vision. A prison cell; a dungeon. The walls were made of cobblestone, growing with moss and dirt. The dimlight in the dark cave coming from a few torches scattered around the dungeon. I adjusted my eyes on the surrounding, scrunching my eyes. I grunted my hands that are now in front of me, cuffed up on a long chain against the wall. It clang with a loud metal noise, echoing in the empty place like a deafening shriek. So, now we’re locked up until tomorrow. I groaned as my head ached for a moment. Flashbacks of the earlier events came flickering in my head, reminding me of the physical torment Jerome suff
Vana's POV “I can run if I have to,” he boasted. I nodded, glancing at the cell door. I approached it, using my hands to feel my way to the door’s lock. The cell doesn’t use a padlock, so I had no choice but to search for the lock attached to the cell door. I managed to find the keyhole, inserting the pin and the clip inside. It didn’t take me long to hear a click coming from the door, the hinges creaking as the door opens. I peered my head over to Jerome, urging him to follow me from behind. I, then, peeked in the hallway, making sure that there is no one guarding corridor. I took a step forward as I confirm the coast is clear, stepping out of the cell. I crouched down, fists raised upfront as I move my way to the door on our right. Jerome tailed behind me with a hoarse breath, one hand with his palm facing up, a swirling ball of wind surging on top of it.
Jerome's POV “No, please, stop!” I heard Vana’s scream, turning around to find her down on her knees with her magic brewing above us. The man who beat me up and nearly tortured us with a knife stood in front of Vana, watching her with a wide, psychotic smile in his lips. My eyes landed back to Vana, baffled at what’s happening. Vana looks as if she’s in pain, a dreadful look painted on her face. I was caught off guard as one of Chairman Zerondale’s goons ambushed me from behind. He managed to throw a fist at me, only to be thrown to the ground by my magic. His fist was inches away from me, and with a quick flick of my fingers and a command in my magic, he was sent flying to the ground. I returned my attention to Vana as I make sure there are no more goons around. I gritted my teeth, enraged as I saw the psychotic man take a few steps away from Vana. He still has the same misc
Vana's POV “You did. I told you, you can control your magic,” I stated with a proud smile. Pain struck me as the bruises and cuts sent a throbbing ache and sharp pain across my entire body. My upper body nearly collapsed, propping my elbow and hand on the ground to stabilize my balance. That was close. Vana moved by instinct as she tries to catch my weight, a worried look plastered on her face. I grunted, groaning as the pain in my back sent a wincing ache down my spine. I cursed, breathing heavily. Vana leaned closer to check my condition, eyes in tears again. “I’m sorry, Jerome. I’m so sorry,” she apologized frantically. “Apology accepted and its not really needed. You should wide your tears and help me on my feet. We still need to escape and head back to the guild,” I said, imploring our main task. Vana pulled herself together
Vana's POV The palace guards may be vigilant and skilled, but Zerondale isn’t born yesterday to not know their weaknesses and blindspots. Past midnight is the time where these guards began to grow sleepy and tired. The time Zerondale used to easily pass them as he sneaks his way within the palace walls. As the Chairman of Ashern in the Magic Council, he has enough authority and power to enter the palace walls at night without being questioned by anyone. He has an office inside, in the same palace where the royal family resides. A wing of his own within the royal palace. He had two offices: the one in the royal palace and the other in the Magic Council’s tower at Jasper Academy. His reasons for the late visit to his office brought questions to everyone he passed by, but none of them thought of asking him. All of them just assumed he was there for a magic administration reason.
Vana's POV I dropped the communication lacrima out of my hand, my face pale as Yuna’s words ran through my head. The lacrima was caught by Storm with one hand, his face having an unreadable expression after hearing the news. We were gathered in Jerome’s room after Yuna messaged Jerome to meet up with the Shadows. He hasn’t fully recovered from his beating yet, but most of his bruises are healing. Professor Zander was also with us, standing abruptly on his seat. Everyone one of us had our jaws dropped to the ground, a shocked and distressing look plastered in our eyes and face. My eyes glanced at Jerome, and we both exchanged a horrified gaze. “Gregory is dead… our king is dead…” Professor Zander mumbled in disbelief, dread gnawing in his eyes. “He was found in his chambers this morning, bearing two stabs in his chest. One of the stabs is the same size a