Myrathis smirked and replied, "As expected, there is no need of introductions here. Let me be straight to the point, we want you to investgate the assassination of Crown Prince Aurion Starforge."
"And why would you want that? I mean everyone knows the Nightwhisp-"
Before Silverthorn could complete her sentence, Myrathis spoke up.
"Lady, sometimes things aren't as simple and clear as they seem to be. I thought you knew that better than anyone else. Have I misjudged the Silverthorn?"
Sileverthorn was quite moved by his manner. She thought-
Maybe he's not an enemy but... I'll need to make myself sure about that. I will have to ask more provoking questions if he's really decent or just showing himself to be one.
"... No, you're right. I just wondered if there was even a point in investigating that. They're gone now."
This time, Fenris interrupted Myrathis.
"Silverthorn, they might be gone but their memories remain. Correcting the world about them will at least prevent them from going into history as traitors."
Huh!? I didn't really expect him to be unmannered.
"And why do you care so much about them? Were they important to you or something?"
Myrathis answered her.
"Yes! They were really decent and honor deserving people. They served the crown for years and suddenly kiled the Crown Prince? Does that even make any sense?! Also, they had just lost their children 5 years ago and were still recovering from that shock. And to be accused of killing the crown prince just because they happened to pass by the Imperial Palace, to visit their children's grave, and no other person happened to pass by the palace at that hour was the only evidence against them, rest all was just theory."
"Wait! They were executed on the basis of that little evidence?" asked Silverthorn who was shocked after hearing the reason for their execution.
Myrathis shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, yes."
Fenris was losing his temper now. He asked, "And why are you asking so many questions? Stop wasting time and start drafting the contract now. Do you burden every client of yours with such questions?"
He was actually pointing towards Duke Varen.
"Because I don't want to end up in prison because of my clients. And yes, I question every client who wants me to work for them. However, few clients tend to have a lot more brain that others, and tell everything beforehand so I don't have to bother asking them. Anyways, how did you find this guild?"
Fenris rolled his eyes and replied, " We simply followed your sister when she retrieved our letter."
He thinks that she's my sister is understandable as we had planned to keep our disguises similar by changing our eye colour to blue but how did he know that it was his letter only? He doesn't know that we are Nightwhispers, right? I'll have to keep my guards up around him all the time. He's smarter that I thought he would be.
Silverthorn immediately looked for the envelope and saw a pale white envelope lying on the kitchen counter. Recently, a new trend had started- Using colourful envelopes, in the empire. Even Duke Varen sent a green envelope. A white envelope would have catched the eyes more than any other colour. She glanced at her sister, standing at one corner of the room, looking down in shame.
He was able to find her because he is a Sunfire. We don't use much powerful magic as it then becomes more easier for Sun clan scions to notice us, even from far.
Fenris snickered and said, "We didn't expect you all to be this sloppy. I wonder how you all managed to stay undercover for such a long time."
Silverthorn gave a cold glare to Fenris.
Myrathis prevented the tense atmosphere from thickening by changing the subject. He asked, "Shall we draft the contract now that we've answered all of your questions?"
Eighteen years ago, the royal family was massacred. The empire crowned a lone survivor-now a dead crown prince.
The throne stands empty. The court whispers of a forgotten heir.
Assigned to uncover the truth, she steps into a web of lies, hidden power, and the ruins of a dynasty that was never meant to rise again.
But some secrets don't stay buried.
And some legacies refuse to die.
In a world where loyalty is bought and blood is currency, one question burns through the silence:
Will the crown be claimed... or consumed?
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