"Why does Nandi say that we’re imprisoned here? Nana, are you going to use us and the children for your experiments?" Friya asked while the identity of their host became clearer by the second.
Her mind refused to believe that the protagonist of a cautionary fairy tale might be real, but the more she heard, the more legends made sense.
"Not at all." Nana shook her head.
"You’re free to go whenever you want. I will not move a finger to harm you, but I’m afraid that those waiting for you outside will not be as kind. I’m offering you a choice.
"Stay here with me and help me with my research. Not only will I save your lives, but I will also give you power beyond your wildest dreams. Or you can leave these caves and die a dog’s death at the hands of the very people you considered your allies."
Phloria took all of her amulets out of her dimensional necklace, discovering that none of them worked. She thought about how the upper floors of the mines were so clean despite Belin’s findings, about how well-timed the attack had been and suddenly everything made sense.
***
Outside the crystal mines, a few minutes after the Ghouls’ ambush.
Captain Kortus of the original expedition, Captain Lotta who led the reinforcements, Tlea, the Royal Prospectors’ foreman, and Wyra, vice-head of the Crystal Shield guild, were dining together while waiting for the Ernas sisters to return.
Each one of them was interested in a different member of the Ernas family. Kortus and Eras were itching for some trouble to arise so that they could prove to be Phloria’s match, if not even her betters.
Tlea kept rehearsing in her mind the speeches she had prepared to convince Quylla to become her apprentice. Between her talent and the political prowess of the Ernas family, Tlea was certain that with Quylla by her side, the sky was the limit to how rich her Ormann household could become.
Only Wyra was worried about their safety and kept looking at her communication amulet in the hope to receive a call.
’I know that it’s dumb worrying for god, but I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.’ Wyra Yunja was a young woman in her early twenties, about 1.7 meters (5’7") tall, with a pixie cut and a round face.
She could’ve been considered cute, if not for her thick muscular build and her square jaw. Coupled with her fierce eyes, her physique gave her a cold demeanor that made Wyra look like a disgruntled drill sergeant always ready to dish out punishment.
All the reports she had received from the guild members tasked with keeping the high officials under surveillance had yet to reveal anything suspicious, yet it only made Wyra more anxious.
She didn’t expect all of them to commit high treason or to indulge in unspeakable vices, but they were too clean for her taste. The background check Archon Ernas had performed on Friya’s request had revealed nothing new and the daily activities of the three mages had stuck to the military code bordering on obsession.
’It doesn’t make sense. I could believe if one high officer was a spotless goody-two-shoes, but all of them?
’An incompetent man like Kortus should take out his anger on the soldiers while I would expect that a shrewd social climber like Lotta would regularly call her contacts and try to make Captain Ernas look bad.
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