"Befits us if her death remains a mystery. Don't look at me, I know what that looks like, honestly, there's so much I can afford to push my anger towards. In the greater scheme of things – her death truly means nothing."
"If his majesty thinks her death is nothing to be worried about, who am I to judge. As for the Doel, most of their contacts are on said list. My duties are over," he bowed, "-my liege, I'd like to take my leave."
"You're excused," he said toggling an interface of many faces, "-SSY, connection to l'ombre."
"Connection granted," a secure channel wrote upon the display, "-I hereby decree these men wanted criminals. Their judgment ought to be swift and merciless," from the confine of his office – a target wrote upon a few dozens of high-ranking personas. Leaders and managers – contractors and the like, those having dared to step into Igna's way would perish one day or the other.
