The capital had seen a lot; songs were made in a matter of days. Oddly, those who attended the killing of Princess Lilith only whispered when they talked. They refused to say what happened openly on the street. Those that had not cared to show up regretted missing such a show. Martial artist? People called ancients? Powers scarier than the king? Did the world go mad while they were not looking? Many raised brows at how ridiculous all the rumours were, but could not dispute the number of people saying the same thing.
Lucy was having midday tea when she received Madame D'huile.
"Why do you always appear at midday while I am snacking?" Lucy asked leisurely. Madame D'huile curtsied a little before rushing to sit before Lucy, like an excited child.
"I see you like your finds from the Marjiont Valley. Have you done what I asked?" Lucy commented.
"Yes. Yes, thank you for letting me take the good stuff, but that is not why I am here. I found something you will love," she whispered excitedly.
"Why are you whispering?" Lucy raised a brow.
"You don't want them knowing, trust me on this," Madame D'huile put a hand in her skirt; where Lucy suspected was a pocket. Madame D'huile always did things odd; she started the trend of sewing pockets into ladies' skirts.
Lucy watched her carefully pull out something large wrapped in a white cloth. Madame D'huile carefully unwrapped the cloth to reveal a dazzling blue stone.
As light hit the stone, a blue hue reflected the entire room and a pressure never before felt by the two, descended on the room, making those inside feel as though they were being crushed by several ten thousand tons of weight. Lucy felt herself suffocating. Madame D'huile was no different, as she immediately covered the stone back with the white cloth.
The pressure lifted, sending Lucy and herself into fits of coughs. They were both gasping for air when dark figures flashed into the room.
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"My lady," they called out in panic, as they saw the state Lucy was in. Lucy waved them away and they hesitated before vanishing the same way they came.
"Is that...?" Lucy sat up straight and swallowed more air.
"Yes. The heart of The Unending Seas," Madame D'huile nodded.
"Where...?" Lucy asked trying to calm herself.
"You remember letting me take the wool factory? It worked. The Marjiont Valley is gone now, so the Ostie and Vigron shared their property. Just like you suspected, with no wool factory in Xent anymore, the Vigron took their business to the sea to make up for it. They clashed with the Bloom Thraile isle just as you suspected. It was bad. The Bloom Thraile isle owns the Cyan sea; that has always been known.
"They have had no problems with the Vigron and always allowed people use their routes, as long as they paid a fee; yet this time, they were unwilling. A fight even broke out between the two. Only then did I find out they had ban people from using their ports, and routes and even entering the Cyan sea. I suspected something was wrong, so I arrange to have my men sneak in while they fought.
"They brought this back. From the look of where it was found, the Bloom Thraile isle had not found this yet," Madame D'huile said, "You knew this was there, didn't you? Isn't that why you wanted the Vigron to move to sea? That way the Bloom Thraile isle will be destabilized?"
Lucy remained thinking. Her silence did nothing to lessen Madame D'huile's excitement. A vicious look only flashed through Lucy's eyes for a second, but she caught it.
"What? You want to mess with someone, don't you?" Madame D'huile asked excitedly.
"You have killed two birds with one stone, Siana. I only wished to use the Vigron to destabilize the waters there. I suspected a few places the Harnian gate has been hiding in This-side. To think that the Marjiont Valley is not the only ancient working with them; the Bloom Thraile isle too?" Lucy said with a soft smile. The smile did not settle Madame D'huile. She knew for sure that Lucy was angry.
"Someone come!" Lucy called and a shadow flashed and a man was kneeling before her.
"Prepare for a long journey to the Lucen Mountains," Lucy said and the man vanished the way he came.
"Wait. The Harnian gate? The man that was behind the Princess Lilith incident and the Marjiont Valley's betrayal; the mysterious man in the arena, he is from the Harnian gate?" Madame D'huile finally realized.
"The Bloom Thraile isle, they have no regard for me; I cannot even imagine them having regard for Thraines as a whole. That priestess of theirs holds herself above the sky. Maybe I should mess with her," Lucy chuckled.