The Queen's Command and the Orache's Descent

Chapter 4 - Sinidae Shop

CHAPTER 4

SINIDAE SHOP

Meanwhile in the Spell Presidium, the council is having a meeting called off by the head, Old Prukel, to discuss matters about the unfortunate incident that had happened yesterday.

“We shall investigate! This is an insult to the higher ranks!” Old Sigmat shouted while tapping his staff on the floor. He skipped the monthly reports in the castle to aid his fellow council members to resort the crisis.

“Indeed! But we must be calm to be able to think and analyze the situation!” Old Prukel said in an orderly fashion.

“Shall we alert the battalion?” Old Haggins shrieked. The weakling amongst all of the council and usually has drums beaten in her heart that suggests her character of being always in tense. With this personality she was at first doubted to be part of the Presidium, but besides her “blossom” elemental staff, hidden among her glasses is her blind left eye which glares and leers someone to stone.

“The Batallion?” murmured by the others. “Is it that worse?” added by one.

“Silence!...” The head shouted. “The Batallion’s services are not needed at the moment. Our old friend here…” pointing at Old Haggins. “As usual, is hysterical and is being too nervous.” He said while doubting if the chaos really needs the aid of a special force.

“Truly, the incident has left the Presidium’s invincible reputation vulnerable. Only a powerful wizard can overcome six elemental spells casted on the room. Ember, Venom, Water, Blossom, Air and Lightning, these elements constitutes the life of the Presidium and by all means our guarded pride is tarnished.

We are in a façade of midst; we can overcome this by ourselves. As for now investigation will still be on going so now I call the meeting adjourned.”

Everyone left the room except for Old Prukel who’s looking in the wide distant in the windows. “Are you sure about slowing in pace and not really getting the attention of the squad this early? For 300 years, not a single enemy has jostled in the Archive except for-” Old Haggins whispered while fists clenched in her chest.

“Stop!” He cut off the lady. “I’m trying to keep the council composed. I don’t want to spill the news around the whole town most especially that the people are still in cloud nine after a rewarding feast in the palace yesterday. I’m trying to look by it in another perspective, and as long as we not let our guard down, I’m confident that we can handle the situation.”

“Most definitely, I’ll hold on to your words for now, but a single incident takes place again and I alert the squad immediately.” She said gloomily and headed towards the door.

With all these things in mind Old Prukel tried to analyze things that had happened in the past few days and find a single clue on the incident confronting them.

Outside, the day is about to come to a draw, the rain is bound to pour down, the ground is muddy and the wind is raging but the queen somehow is still requesting the king to permit her to go out for she will be buying something very important for her embroidery.

The king denied the queen’s request for he thinks that there are so many maids and soldiers wandering around the whole palace that she just needs to ask them to buy her, her needed things. The queen insisted by really expounding her point that she is very meticulous of her materials and needs to buy it herself to examine its quality.

The wise king then remembered what knight Mortgane babbled earlier and took the opportunity to at least grab a single proof or contest his doubts for the longest time about her wife. It had been making him bungle ever since he heard the news.