1122 Guardian Angel
Date- 4 April 2321
Time- 10:24
Location- Central Region, Central Capital, Unknown, Command Base
Reading the text demigod Baylor frowned, as a general, he doesn’t have a lot of people he needs to answer to but field marshal Henricks was one of the people he needs to answer to. Having opened an investigation into the southern royal family his superior calling to have a good old fashion chat with him did not come as a surprise to him, what astonished him was that it hasn’t been more than a few minutes since he made his intentions public and it had already reached the ears of the Field Marshal. This could mean only one of two things, the Field Marshal’s office was just that capable or there were rats hidden among his subordinates keeping tabs on him and feeding it to their real masters.
*Sigh* demigod Baylor let out a sigh remembering how tedious it was for him to get rid of the rat infestation when he was conducting the internal investigation to shut down the corrupt officers club in the central government. It hasn’t been long since then and new rats have already filled the burrows of the old rats. This time he planned to not get rid of them, instead keep them around and pretend as if he was not aware of their presence and monitor them, since there was no point in getting rid of the old rats when new rats will immediately replace them.
“You three keep me updated on the mission I have assigned you. Any questions?” demigod Baylor’s question was rhetorical but it was also to check the loyalty of the three squads that he hand-picked.
“No, Sir General,” the three squads shouted in unison. As soldiers, they were trained to follow orders and not question them. Yes, they were curious why their general was showing a sudden interest in this case but they knew better than to speak their curiosity. They felt that if there was something they needed to know their general would inform them.
With the three squads passing his small test, demigod Baylor felt a little delight and then added, “Good, you can take your leave now.”
“Yes, Sir General,” the three squads left the conference room in an orderly fashion after saluting their General.
Demigod Baylor wanted to follow them out and head to the field marshal’s office but was stopped by Gilliam, “General, you never explained your sudden interest in the royal families, particularly the southern royal family.”
“Lt General Gilliam, the day when Field Marshal Henricks recommended you as my assistant to me, I agreed because I thought that you were a man of integrity. I am hoping I am still right about it and you will not let me down,” demigod Baylor did not immediately answer Gilliam and instead asked him not to betray his trust.
“…” Hearing demigod Baylor, Gilliam went silent, it was not clear what he was thinking. But then he asked, “Are you doubting me or should I take it as a warning?”
‘Are you doubting me’ and ‘Should I take it as a warning’ were two different questions, the former meant what it said, however, the latter meant more than what it said, that the demigod Baylor had already decided that Gilliam was a rat and warned him.
Demigod Baylor shook his head remembering that he planned to act blind when it came to the existence of the rats and quietly monitor them. So he ordered, “Lt General Gilliam, I require you to go to the southern royal palace and personally inform her highness, Soldier Queen Colleen, of our investigation into her family as a courtesy, after all, they are royalty making them eligible for this small privileges.”
“General…” Gilliam immediately felt lightheaded hearing demigod Baylor’s orders, knowing that this order was akin to sending him to a sleeping supreme being’s domain and poking it awake, the ending to this act could not be more apparent, his death.
“Lt General, is there a problem?” demigod Baylor asked Gilliam as he glared at him.
“No, Sir General,” Gilliam immediately yelled, feeling that even if he answered a second later demigod Baylor would not hesitate to attack him shouting insubordination.
“Good, now get going immediately. I don’t want the Royal family learning of our investigation into them through somebody other than us and remember to keep me updated all the way,” demigod Baylor ordered and then headed towards the field marshal’s office.
Since the southern royal family would somehow learn of his investigation into them sooner or later demigod Baylor wanted to achieve two things by doing this, first and most important one was to repay soldier queen Colleen for her warm hospitality. And the other was to show Gilliam his place. Yes, he remembers his plan for the rats but he could not help himself, they were just too disgusting.
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Walking out of the conference room, the three leaders of squad A, B, & C had their own meeting in squad A’s leader’s office having sent their subordinates to prepare for their missions.
“So, which one of you two will take the honor of informing her highness, Matron?” asked Squad C’s leader.
“Do we need to? With her majesty’s ability she should have already learned the information through our memories, right?” Said Squad B’s squad leader.
“I don’t want to have another discussion about that paradox, so this time I will take the honor of informing her majesty but next time one of you two better step up,” Squad A’s Squad leader summoned his grimoire and called the encrypted contact as he spoke.
“Hello,…”
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“Good, remember to report to me before you report to my husband. Now get back to what you do best,” Giving the three squad leader’s their orders Sansa hung up the call.
They say that there is a woman behind every man’s success and for Demigod Baylor it was his wife Sansa aka Matron. Demigod Baylor became the youngest demigod known but it was Sansa who helped him become the youngest General ever in the current government.
When Demigod Baylor joined the central government, he did not waste time ruffling a lot of feathers which formed many dark clouds above his head but miraculously he was never once struck by the lightning from the dark clouds, instead every time miraculously the dark clouds above his head would clear as if a guardian angel was protecting him. Interestingly enough, it was not a guardian angel but a shadow, Matron and her hidden clan of assassins and spies, the paw clan.
“If only you were this thoughtful about the living,” Sansa uttered as she stared at the void referring to demigod Baylor being considerate about his late unrequited love and her dead son.
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