Kingdom Agent Rolfoy’s POV
I watch as the kid leaves through the teleporter, where he went, I’ll probably never know. Hopefully he went somewhere that the Empire and Kingdom can’t get to him.
Personally, I think the Kingdom made a huge mistake in not recruiting the kid. He has grit, and will probably make it to a decently high tier if he lives long enough.
As for why I let him go, it’s really nothing crazy. I just like to root for the underdog in the story, and it’s not like the kingdom will ever find out, well that is if that kid and that green fellow never snitch to them. Though, I find it hard to believe they would.
I look back down at my former opponent. He was good, like, really good. Way to good to be on a small, nobody planet like Earth. He had to have been at least a rank 3 talent, if not rank 2. I look around the battlefield to the few remaining soldiers and agents.
Most of the ones left were the people who got caught up in that red fog or whatever, though most of them seem to have severe lasting psychological effects. The thirty or forty soldiers that are left take in the battlefield, and, seeing their leader dead, all immediately surrender to the ten or so agents that are left.
I nod at this and bring out my communication device that I had imported straight from the technocrats in the Merchant Republic of Klemmings. These things are the best money can buy, and allow me instant communication with people not even in the same universe.
I press a few buttons and, after a few seconds of waiting, a serious looking human woman with black hair and a neat bun pick up.
“Yo! Clarissa! How’s it going? Good to see you’re the bundle of sunshine and rainbows I remember!” He says as the scowl on the woman’s face grows deeper with each word.
“Now is not the time for games Agent Rolfoy. What’s the status report?” Clarissa says with an annoyed look.
“Oh please, it’s always business with you, what’s wrong with a little small talk.”
I watch as her face begins to turn red with anger.
‘She needs to quite being to easy to rile up.’ I say with an internal smirk.
“Alright, alright. Relax. The primary mission is success, though not without heavy losses. We lost about ninety percent of the agents that decided to take this mission on.” I say with a bored tone.
“WHAT?! How is that possible? On a planet like that there should be no way anyone could keep up with you!”
“Well, there was. He was damn good too. No clue why the Empire had him stationed out here, but they did. It’s over now, so nothing we can do about it anymore, I suppose. Anyway I’ll be updating the warp pad’s permissions to allow Kingdom planets entry.”
“I see, well in any case good job I suppose. Now, what about the secondary mission? I assume Agent Moren is dealt with, alongside that kid? Also what did Agent Gael decidie to do? Did he betray us like we expected him, or did choose rationally?”
“Woah, slow down. I’ll get to all that. To start off, yes Moren is dead.”
“Ok good, and the possible rank 2 talent?” She sighs out.
“He escaped.”
Her eyes open in shock and panic.
“WHAT?! How the hell did you let that happen?!” She exclaims out.
“Uh, I was busy fighting that asshole tier 9, if you forgot.”
“Do you even know what this means? A rank 2 talent is no joke! We don’t need someone like you running around with a vendetta against the Empire! And system forbid he makes it to the second realm… or higher!” She says with fear on her face.
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“Relax, jeez you need a cigarette or something. You humans love those, no? Anyway, there’s no guarantee he’ll come after the Kingdom, for all we know he could just live a quiet life somewhere.”
“Rolfoy, we killed what was basically his father. Rouge rank 3’s and 2’s are the biggest threat to established powers like the Kingdom. They’re unpredictable, uncontrollable. Remember what happened with that Meteor fellow? He probably destroyed hundreds of Kingdom planets! All because we apparently killed his sister a thousand years ago or something! That was a disaster, and I don’t want a repeat of it occurring.”
“If you say so, I still think your overreacting.” I say while beginning my repairs on myself with some tools I brought.
“I do say so. The worst case scenario is he stays rogue and bides his time, but if he decides to join another superpower, at least we can predict his movements somewhat. Any ideas of where he may have gone?”
“Besides away from the Empire and the Kingdom? No clue.”
“Ugh. Well for now just adjust the warp pad and quickly. We don’t want any Empire reinforcements to get any funny ideas. We’ll be sending a few platoons your way. We expect you to take control of them until we can someone more… suitable, to the task.”
“You got it. See ya ‘round!” I then cut off the transmission suddenly, reveling in the thought that I know Clarissa is annoyed at that.
Woking so long for a superpower that does everything besides outright say they look down on golems, has revealed the need to get one over on them at any chance I get. While the Kingdom may have technically ‘freed’ golems, I see the looks my people get, as if they were some sort of stupid machine with no real thoughts or feelings.
In fact, the only reason the Kingdom hasn’t enslaved us like the Empire is because they can take the moral high ground and use the freedom of enslaved golems as an excuse to steal planets.
‘Well whatever, for now all I can do is bide my time and grow my strength, and what better forge to do just that than the Empire.’
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Waylen’s POV
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY GOT OUT!?” I scream out to my assistant, who, much to my annoyance, stays calm and collected in the face of my anger.
“Yes sir, not only that, but we believe the Kingdom has used the Candline city warp pad as a staging point for a larger takeover of Earth.”
“WHAT?!” I scream out, my face blaring red.
“We believe the Empire lieutenant severely underestimated the number and strength of Kingdom agents stationed within the Empire. Also, it seems the kid and the one known as Moren were double crossed by the Kingdom, and they had hoped to eliminate the two. Both’s statuses are now currently unknown, as well as the contents of your vault.”
I contemplate that news for at least a minute, thinking about the potential ramifications.
“Alright, tell those Empire higher ups to increase both of their bounties. Tell ‘em if they don’t I’ll kick of a storm at the next High Council meeting. We both know they don’t want or need that. In addition, I want bounties on any other accomplices they may have had. Am I understood?”
“Yes sir.” The assistant says quickly before walking out.
‘Goddamnit! That piece of magitech cost me almost as much as a damn planet! If I don’t get that back, I’ll be down trillions!’
I think to myself while rubbing my face into my hands.
‘Not only that, but I’ll have to somehow explain this to them…’ I think while a shutter runs down my spine.
‘Maybe they’ll let me borrow some personnel to deal with this… yeah, that could work. I’ll have to send out feeler agents all throughout any possible locations they may have gone. Once I get a hit, it’s fair game in my eyes. Though if he aligns himself with a power or joins one of those schools things could get tricky… oh well. I’ll just have to deal with it as it comes.’
I pull out my communicator device and press a few button. In the next few seconds, someone pops up, a hooded figure, with an ominous symbol of a dagger piercing an eye glowing in multiple places throughout the robe.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Waylen. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Oh cut the shit, you know why I’m calling.”
“Do I?”
I sigh at this and rub my hand in between my eyes.
“Listen, I’m going to be working on a multiversial wide manhunt for these guys, and I need a few of your people to do some scrying here and there for me.”
“And why would I do that?” The man says with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“If you do this for me without letting the rest of the conclave know I lost you know what, then I’ll owe you one, big time.” I say seriously.
“Oh? How are you so sure that the conclave hasn’t already found out?”
“Because I’ve been keeping these things under wraps. Not even my closest assistants know. All they know is I got robbed of a few skill shards and a spatial bag of few thousand gemstones by some petty thieves, and me, being the prideful person I am, want revenge. The only person who could find out is you. Now do we have a deal or not?”
He goes silent in contemplation for a few seconds before nodding.
“Yes we do, though when it comes time to collect debts, you better be able and willing to pay.”
“Of course.”
“Good, I’ll send over a few hundred of my guys tomorrow.”
The transmission then gets cut off.
“Fuck, this better be worth it…”