An uncomfortable silence followed.

"There is nothing new to report," the figure replied.

Sean shot a cold, sideways glance in the latter's direction.

 "Well. With your curriculum vitae it was to be expected. Continue like this and you will never need anyone's help." Sean took a few steps toward the door and began to speak – his back still turned to the masked figure. "And what about the others?"

The hooded figure was quiet and as still as a statue. 

The work of an emissary was not only to regulate, administer, monitor and restrict the use of magic outside of Kilto, ensuring that knowledge of magic did not spread throughout the rest of the world; but also to fight the Zanszprët and stop them from causing harm to innocent people. 

The Blue Hawks assisted in this task, cleaning up the crime scenes and ensuring that no clues were left behind that could give away the true nature of the crime. 

Apart from these creatures, there were other individuals who – owing to a specific condition – had to be captured before they could become dangerous: those known as fatesmiths. Almost nothing about these had been revealed to the masked figure. With the help of a special stone – the Aurora Stone – he was tasked to detect and confront them. 

His brief was to apprehend and deliver the fatesmiths to his superior, Sean Thiel. However, there was something about the coldness in Sean's eyes that made the masked figure uneasy about carrying out this particular mission. 

From the very moment he had met him, when he had arrived in Albion at the end of July, he had never fully trusted Sean. He recalled that when he first arrived, and had inquired as to the nature of the fatesmiths, Lieutenant Thiel had responded that it was not information he needed to know. Since then, the hooded emissary had used different excuses to justify his failure to fulfill the task. 

It was not his wish to submit seemingly innocent people to the lieutenant's judgment. Unfortunately, Sean had become aware of this; and even worse for the masked figure, it was exactly the kind of attitude that the lieutenant had always sought to weed out from his teams. 

That his subordinate was clearly uninterested in capturing fatesmiths made Sean furious; the fact that he was unable to punish the hooded figure who came recommended by Jorkast Kolamzi himself – no less than the president of the World Magic Council – made him even angrier.