Vincent slipped on his goggles to see what was going on and was, honestly, not surprised to see two of the Setriutan many magicians coming down to the forest. More likely than not, a death wish is what they are looking for. He got up on a tree, keeping his eyes locked on the two new figures. His breathing was slow and in due time, his breathing turned silent.
He had his sniper rifle out. He stood on the tree, took aim, and attempted to fire at the female who was sliding down the ledge. He fired thrice before jumping down from that specific tree and moving through the forest.
”As you all may know…” one of the Cershestin elderly started ”… the murders that happened last night was one of ours’ fault. We then came to a drafted idea to remove him from his responsibilities… we are talking about that young lad Vincent. Your royal highness—“ the elderly turned to Mara ”—the decision is yours”
Mara would know that she can easily dismiss the situation however, she must have quite a good reason to keep Vincent in his place.
”Your majesty…” the young officer did not dare to meet the Queen’s eyes. Walking beside her was not even a dream in slightest.
”What would it be… the topic that you’d like to discuss with me…?” he finally asked.