One night, about a month ago, Marquedo and Zofira were having their usual talk in the formerâs office.
ăIs there any reason why the budget for national defense decreased? I know your âOptimization for Every Department Projectâ is going great, but thereâs no need to cut budget, is there? Ponsonia is dangerous right now.ă
ăThe budget, huh⊠I wanted to increase it, but thereâs not a lot of people.ă
ăWhat do you mean?ă
ăForestia had known happiness for too long. They treat the skirmish between Ponsonia and Quinbland like itâs none of their business. Even if we recruited soldiers, no one would sign up.ă
ăSo thereâs too much money for so few personnel?ă
ăFifty-one percent of the national defense budget goes to personal expenses and provisions. No one could consume the increased funds.ă
ăMaybe we should temporarily switch to mandatory conscription. What do you think?ă
ăâŠItâs worth considering. Though it should only be used as a last resort.ă
ăOkay. Launch a review committee. Iâll be the president, and you will execute our decisions.ă
ăFine. More work for me, I guess. Yay.ă
ăDonât say that. You can have moreâŠă
ăAre you Zofira Van Houtens?ă
ăâŠassistants if you wantâŠ???ă
They both turned at the direction the voice came from. A boy â at least that was what they assumed â clad in hooded, black cloak and wearing a Sun God mask stood there.
ăWhere did you come from?!ă
Zofira quickly got up and stood in front of Marquedo. She was unarmed. Bringing weapons in this room was not allowed. But she was willing to put her life on the line to protect her queen.
ăPlease be quiet. I can kill you both before anyone arrives.ăthe boy said, anticipating that Zofira would call for the guards. He stuck his hand from underneath his cloak and showed his dagger.
ăWh-What do you want?ă
Zofira was prepared to die. The intruder had infiltrated all the way here. Her first priority was to let the queen escape. The future they were building for Forestia would all go to waste if both of them died.
ăYou didnât even answer my question.ăthe masked boy said, a bit exasperated. Marquedo pushed Zofira aside and stepped up front.
ăThis is my office. I wonât let you have your way. Answer me. Who sent you? Ludancia? Or is it⊠Ponsonia?ă
Zofira was surprised. It made sense to her that Ludancia would send an assassin, one of the nations that comprised the alliance. They were on bad terms with Kirihal, where Marquedo came from.
But the boy reacted to the name âPonsoniaâ. Marquedo might have guessed right.
ăSomeone just asked me to give a message to Zofira Van Houtens.ă
ăA message? You sneaked into my office and now youâre saying you have a message? Now thatâs funny. If you want to talk to Zofira, get an official appointment.ă
The boy sighed.
ăAre you stupid?ă
ăWhaâ?!ă
Marquedoâs face turned red. No one called her stupid in front of her face, save for Zofira, at least.
ăYou dare mock me?!ă
ăI told you to be quiet. This is the queenâs room, isnât it? Thereâs a peephole in the ceiling and your conversation was recorded.ă
ăâŠWhat?ă
ăSurely he wasnât a guard. By the looks of it, he was a complete combat amateur. I knocked him out cold, so you better get him later.ă
The women looked at the ceiling. Someone was up there? They didnât notice at all. Aglaia would have if she was here. But she was with Gafrasti right now. They hadnât seen her in five years.
If they could sneak into the ceiling easily, there was no doubt someone on the inside was involved. A chill went down Zofiraâs spine. They talked in whispers because of the possibility of their conversation being heard outside the door. But who knew how much the infiltrators heard?
ăAnyway, you want me to get an appointment? Do you really think a busy cabinet minister would meet a young boy from a foreign country? Even if she did, I wouldnât want to talk to her in a place thatâs being watched.ă
ăâŠâŠâŠă
They couldnât tell if he was telling the truth, unless they checked the ceiling. If it was true, they wouldnât be able to offer words of rebuttal.
ăLetâs get down to business, shall we?ă
Ignoring their uneasiness, the boy tossed a handkerchief of fine quality on the table.
ăI have a message from Gafrasti N. Valves. âI got what I was looking for. The Day of Dawn will soon be upon the current dynasty.âă
Taken aback, Zofira and Marquedo exchanged glances. The meaning of the message was clear. Gafrasti found something that showed the ancient Poelnxiniaâs royal familyâs lineage. He was going to challenge the legitimacy of the current ruling family.
It made sense now that the boy reacted to the name âPonsoniaâ. He was sent by none other than Gafrasti.
ăâŠWhy didnât Gafrasti use the usual method of contacting us?ă
ăHe said thereâs no time, and they need to hurry, or something. The bluish-gray haired woman with him was concerned about the same thing as well.ă
This boy knows Aglaia, Zofira thought.
ăI donât care if you believe me or not. I only came here to do my job.ă
ăWait. You didnât answer my first question. How did you get in here? We didnât notice anyone enter the room.ă
ăâŠâŠâŠă
Zofira felt the boyâs faint smile under his mask. She trembled slightly at his enigmatic presence.
ăYour securityâs full of holes. Anyway, I have a question for you as well. Will you answer it as payment for the delivery of my message?ă
ăâŠWhat is it?ă
This boy was powerful. Right now he wasnât a hostile, but he exuded an aura that indicated he didnât care about Forestia. They couldnât trust him. But fighting him was not a wise option. If what he said was true, he could kill the queen any time.
ăWhat does Day of Dawn mean?ă
ăâŠCome again?ă
The question was so unexpected that Zofira had to ask him again without thinking.
ăItâs a term that was in a poem about the fall of the Poelnxinian dynasty. But I donât know what it means exactly. Literally âdawnâ would mean âdaybreakâ, but if the dynasty collapsed at dawn, you wouldnât add âDayâ to it.âăthe boy said.
ăThatâs trueâŠă
The boy had his gaze fixed on Zofira. Unfortunately, she didnât have the answer to his question. Just like Gafrasti, he was probably quite well-informed about the ancient dynasty. But why he was interested in that particular term, she didnât know.
ăI only know what I heard from GafrastiâŠă
ăThatâs fine. Tell me.ă
Deep inside, Zofira was puzzled. If Gafrasti asked him to come here, why didnât he just ask the man?
ăDo you know that Poelnxinia was a very advanced society?ă
ăYeah.ă
ăThe one who developed the technology they used was called the âSorcerer of the Dawnâ. This person was shrouded in mystery. The people who adored him⊠or her had a custom that still persists until today. On the dawn of this personâs death anniversary, they would offer their most prized possession at an altar, or somethingâŠă
ăThatâs quite a detailed informationâŠă
ăThereâs a place where the custom is still being practiced. Thatâs all I know.ă
The boy seemed interested.
ăWhere is this place?ă
Zofira didnât feel like telling him, but Marquedo nodded slightly, and so she answered his question.
ăâŠScholarzard. Itâs a university city where the pride of Forestia, the National Academic Research Institute is located.ă
ăI see.ă
Sure enough, he sounded very interested. He cleared his throat before speaking again.
ăThatâs all. I donât have any more questions for you.ă
ăWait, whatâs your name?ă
Zofira called out to him, but the boy simply opened the door and stepped outside. She followed the boy in a hurry.
ăWhatâs wrong, Lady Zofira?ă
The two soldiers standing guard jumped to their feet, surprised at the womanâs menacing look. Zofira looked around, but all she saw was the same old hallway.
ăA boy wearing a black cloak passed through here! Did you see him?!ă
ăUh⊠No, we didnât.ă
ăWhat?ă
She was dumbfounded. The soldiers saluted in a hurry as soon as Marquedo approached Zofira.
ăIt feels like a nightmareâŠăthe queen said.
ăAre you okay?ă
ăYes. Thereâs no sign of a spell on me either.ă
Marquedo checked her bracelet, a magic item.
ăAt any rate, word will come from Aglaia later. If what that boy said was true, we should make moves where we can.ăMarquedo said.ăBut before that, thereâs someone in the ceiling of my office! Arrest him right away!ăshe ordered the soldiers.
The person lurking in the ceiling â who was out cold â was captured. There were four other spots being watched as well and every last one of the spies there was unconscious.
Later, the mastermind behind the spying was arrested and Forestiaâs internal government improved just a bit.