"What?" The Headmaster stared at his grandson with a frown on his face. "Those two bumbling idiots were people under the castle and were employed by His Majesty Sargon?"
Professor Owen nodded. "They came from the King himself—I saw the brooch. Not simply attendants that by chance are located in the castle, but personal people who report to His Majesty himself."
"But their arrival was not related to the House of Crowel's own arrival?"
"No, Headmaster." At least not exactly.
The older man, once a renown Assassin, Headmaster Pierce, sighed and looked at him. "Who was involved then?"
