The Princess's thunderous fury ca suddenly, and its echo lingered between the hall's columns.
Achilles rely bowed slightly and lowered his head.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness."
"I don't want to excuse myself, I just hope to explain the situation to you."
"I'll give you a chance to explain, Achilles." Princess Rupert pressed a letter, her tone icy.
"This is the investigation commissioned by Your Highness a month ago; the letter should have co from spies over there."
Princess Rupert seed hit by an arrow, her face turned pale.
She widened her eyes and looked at him with disbelief: "Achilles, are you insane?"
Achilles kept his head bowed, saying nothing.
The forr's mind was in turmoil, gazing at the letter, muttering to himself: "No, it can't be Father... he... wouldn't do such a thing." Her tone turned stern and cold again: "The people conducting these investigations... there must be sothing wrong with them, Achilles... I need a favor from you..."
"I'm here, Your Highness."
"Identify the ones with hidden motives from these people... then investigate their issues further, but no leaks are allowed, and..." Rupert's fingertips were icy, hardly feeling the weight of the letter.
But after a mont, the letter seed sowhat scorching again, causing her fingertips to shrink back slightly, as if avoiding so poisonous beast.
"I don't know who's behind this, but I can't allow anyone to sow discord like this. Those people must pay the price."
Achilles sighed: "This is my negligence, Your Highness."
"No," Rupert's voice softened slightly: "You do have so responsibility, Achilles. But the fault isn't yours..."
Her voice answered hoarsely: "The next matters still need you to handle..."
She covered her hand over the letter again, cautiously, as if walking on thin ice: "Rember, not a word must be leaked about this matter, all participants must be screened one by one. At least for half a year, the sa people can't undertake any other tasks..."
"I understand," Achilles replied quietly: "I'll make sure it's done."
"Simply doing it isn't enough," Rupert interrupted him: "It must be flawless."
The latter gently nodded.
He turned to leave, but before departing, he glanced at the letter and asked: "Are there backups of these docunts over there? Should they be destroyed first?"
"Of course—"
The Princess instinctively nodded.
But suddenly, she hesitated slightly, bit her teeth, and decisively shook her head: "No, keep them as evidence. First... put them sowhere secure, but rember... I don't want anyone else seeing these until they're destroyed."
Achilles paused, silently watching his Princess, with a deep gaze seemingly perceiving sothing.
He finally nodded, but before leaving, he asked quietly: "Should we continue investigating this matter?"
The voice was very soft.
But it was like the whisper of a devil.
Princess Rupert shivered all over, as if hearing sothing terrible circling in her ears, she stayed silent for a long, long ti, before laboriously nodding. "Continue... no matter what, we have to investigate thoroughly... although these things are improbable to be true, we can't let them continue circulating outside."
Achilles glanced at her.
As if understanding sothing, he nodded slightly in acknowledgent, said nothing more, and quietly left the hall.
The Grand Princess watched his departing back, and sat down as if exhausted, releasing her grip, gazing at the pinned letter, montarily feeling dizzy.
But how did things co to this?
...
Fang Hong did not expect that the place Nulman arranged for his eting with Ye Hua would still be the sa tavern from his previous eting with Aleph.
It seems this place is quite popular among the Quistack upper Nobles.
Only the location changed slightly from last ti, on the other side of the courtyard atrium, last ti Fang Hong saw a verdant grapevine hanging on racks in the Inner Court, while this ti he saw a small pond with several lotus leaves floating on the Water Surface, just recently after a dust storm, yet the courtyard had been cleaned spotlessly.
Ye Hua arrived before him.
This Ranger King had not changed much since their last encounter; only his chin now sported so stubble, and his neck was wrapped with a scarf shielding against the sandstorm, appearing sowhat weathered—seems he hasn't been idle in the Sand Sea lately.
He watched Fang Hong take his seat and smiled slightly: "Long ti no see, Ade."
Indeed, it has been a long ti.
Aside from the recent 'mutual unseen' encounter with Bain. Counting carefully, it has been almost half a year since Dulun's turmoil, and another year has quickly passed, Istania although still midsumr, yet with North passing autumn, Colin Ishurian's winter festival is almost near again.
Ye Hua smiled sowhat freely, pushing a dish towards Fang Hong; on the reddish-brown plate was a spiky golden fruit.
"This is a local specialty, hard to find once this season is over."
Fang Hong watched the scene silently.
"Last ti, I heard it caused you quite so trouble," Ye Hua replied candidly: "Rolin is indeed a young person I favor, the recomndation letter was hoping he could enter the Elfendo Council—you should be aware of the relationship between the Southern Region Alliance and the Council," but he lightly shook his head: "I was too presumptuous, I didn't expect the letter to be used in such a setting."
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