1 Introduction

My Lord," The man bowed.

Through the Glass Vase I nodded for him to continue.

"Your son said he might take longer to steal the -"

"Great." I muttered. "How much later?"

The man fidgeted nervously with the edge of his robe "My Lord, he said perhaps two more months."

"What?" I asked coldly.

The man flinched "My Lord, he said-"

"Just leave before I cause you to leave" I ordered.

The man hurriedly bowed and started running out of the hall.

"Well I wonder how much longer he wants to stay in-charge, but I hope he knows he can't delay it forever." I muttered to myself.

Just then the room shook and the doors were blasted open. The messenger halted at the figure that came into view.

"Welcome Home." I grinned.

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