1700 The Angered Old Man
Like so, Ezenia's news shook the Capital for a while, making her allies and enemies confused by what could've gotten into her to pull through such a daring move.
The shock was mostly because many people didn't see it coming.
It also made many have a new fear of women, seeing as they could bend over backward and pretend so much in the past.
Lying trough, she could be a movie star, you know?
Her acting was so flawless some never believed in love again. But while the news was shocking, many still looked forward to how her beloved Grandfather would react to all this.
And sure enough, he was furious.
Boom!
A middle-aged man slammed his fists on a well-polished table, shaking so hard that his sunken cheeks began jiggling and lips quivering uncontrollably.
He always felt something was off with his genius granddaughter these past few weeks.
If he had known that this was what she was cooking up, he would have definitely stopped her, even if it meant locking her up for a while.
Indeed, the goal has always been to pull Jenry off his high horse.
However, because of the organization's delay, he cautioned her to wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
For 2 years, he has been telling her to wait. Even he didn't expect it to take this long.
The T.O.E.P are never late in their promises, so this was the first time he experienced such a thing happening right before his eyes.
He could also see that the longer he spoke, the less and less his granddaughter believed in the organization.
Her faith was dwindling by the day, and she even began badmouthing them, saying they were dupes who defrauded people like them in lesser continents.
He would never forget how he almost had a heart attack from those words, fearing it would somehow reach the organization's ears.
You can act arrogant and preposterous all you what, but you must never talk ill of the organization.
If they wanted to wipe her out, they could do it as easily as snuffing out a candle.
Try as he might, Ezenia didn't seem to believe him... that is until a few months ago.
She suddenly changed her deposition, agreeing with everything he said, and even went as far as joining him to make plans for their future too.
To be honest, he didn't see this coming.
That's what irked him the most.b
From what the Royal palace issued out, she will be sent to the Baymard's national prison for treason.
It's said that in a few days, she will be tried and sanctioned before they send her to Baymard.
Only then will they know how long she will stay in prison.
Is it 10 years? 17 years? 20 years? 50?
Who can tell?
She did make an attempt to the highest supreme being in the empire.
Although she didn't kill him, it still wouldn't be overlooked lightly. But what did her final verdict have to do with him?
No matter what they say he must rescue her before she reaches Baymardian grounds.
Although he didn't know much about why the organization delayed her promise to free Ulrich, he did a little understanding that it most definitely had to do with how much security is kept in place there.
Its not that the Baymardians are powerful, but that guards from all UN empires reside in District B, guarding the place like hawks in the night.
Even if someone was extremely skilled, they won't be able to take Ulrich out without raising a few flags.
This wouldn't have been an issue in any other empire, since one could more flee the empire than in Baymard.
Hell!
Baymard had its crazy landports anand Coastal ports that checked everyone as though examining newly born babies.
What the hell?
The organization felt taking Ulrich out of Prison was the easy part while escaping Baymard as a whole was the most difficult part.
Even when leaving, one must prove their identity and undergo strict security checks.
Only Baymard does that.
Out in empires like Deiferus, people could flee the capital through private and secret tunnels, as well as through bribery and threats.
What's more once out they could run into the woods, sneak away to a far-off village and take a ship from there, leaving Deiferus for good.
Don't forget that the Organization had its eyes everywhere.
You Will be amazed to know that the organization had a hidden tunnel underground the Capital city that was unknown to the many nobles and even royals.
The tunnel's entrance was in a scalded farming estate, fenced with towering walls that shot to the sky.
Many of the workers there were ordinary people, who were hired without knowing the true nature of their bosses.
No one would expect a fenced plantation to be the entrance to a hidden tunnel.
The tunnel's entrance was in a dungeon zone no one wanted to ever venture into.
On the floor of one of the always vacant dungeons, there was a thick stone slab hidden underneath a layer of hay.
Of course, to make people even more afraid of the place, the dungeon was in a lone part of the underground dungeon zones, as it occupied the entire west section.
Sometimes they also tortured real prisoners there, allowing the screams to frighten the masses even more.
Still, people could be tortured there, but no prisoners were allowed to be locked up there.
Anyone tortured there would have their body parts chopped by the end of the torture.
The men would also walk around with the severed body parts for other prisoners to see.
One should bear in mind that the prisoners down there were mostly ordinary people who would get locked up maybe for a week, a month or a day because they either stole from the estate or were framed.
In the end, once released, they spread the word of how gruesome the lone dungeon cell was, praying never to be dragged into that particular cell.
Many call it a Ghost cell since everyone who went in there was killed and butchered with no one spending the night there.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
It was really scary, so who could expect that it was all done to keep people out of that particular mysterious cell?
Of course, no one actually knew what the cell looked like since it was, as said, in a desolate far back corner separated by a hallway.
It's strange to say that sometimes they see strange people walk out of those hallways but only think those people are guards doing their patrol rounds across the dungeons.
Bottom line, the organization has its private way of getting the hell out of the Capital without being seen. And for his precious granddaughter, he would utilize it to the fullest before she gets taken away and locked up.
He didn't want to rescue her while she was on the road since Baymardian vehicles were faster than horses.
It would make no sense to chase after her when he couldn't catch up.
Typically after one's verdict is read, they will be immediately hauled away by the prison guards to whatever prison they will be transferred to.
This was why it must be in the capital before the verdict is read.
As her grandfather, he just couldn't take any chances. He had to get her out of there before Henry did something unspeakable.
Who knows... maybe he might change his mind and get her executed instead.
Living this old, he has long learned never to trust any monarch.
They were all a bunch of old liars like himself.
After rescuing her, he was sure Henry would probably know it was him. But so what?
Without clear hard-cold evidence, you couldn't pin him down to it.
Yes. Yes... that's what he will do.
Having calmed himself down, the old man tapped his fingers on his table lightly. Before him were 2 men of different sizes, one burly and one thin as a twig.
"Claydon, Ralph... what is her situation now?"
"Unconscious, master... the little missy hasn't woken up yet."
The old man showed a pained expression amid his fury. "What about our people?"
"My forces are already within the palace's inner zone, keeping a watch around the prison."
"Master, my people have infiltrated the palace gate posts, and are ready to lead her out whenever you say the word." The thin man stated calmly, with a lazy glint of confidence in his eyes.
He blamed the little missy's downfall on her weakly trained guards.
So you've only gone to Morgany for a 5-month training session and you now think you are all that?
Please!
They have had such training done severally, for the past 20-something-years. It's just that depending on one's rank, one might have only one of such training sessions every 2, 5 or even 7 years
Of course, the higher their master climbs up in ranks, the lesser the time between each session and then more advanced skills will be available to them.
Heh.
They weren't scared of the Baymardians… especially when these people were put out of their safe Baymardian haven.
No way.
When out here, it was they, the T.O.E.P, who ran these streets and not Baymard.
The duo felt that had it been them attacking Henry, they felt it would be a synch.
"Worry not, master. We will get the little missy out."
