«My Lady!» someone calls me.
I turn, wondering who dares to call out for me and not Alexander. Judging by the title used, it's someone from Kyre. But yet... It's Alexander, the Lord of Kyre...
I find a fine young man in front of me. Very little in common with the boy that helped me build my information web ten years ago. He's changed as much as I did, and he's now a teacher working in this school.
He's none other than the boy telling to me about Duke Grahm's messages with the late Empress. He helped me push them in a corner and bring justice to those barrel lands.
After that day, he continued helping me build a network of spies and informers.
As promised, I sent him back as soon as my net was stable. Not all the youth from Polis wanted to return. Some of them were satisfied with their new positions. Others preferred to work for me.
Some even disappeared without leaving traces, only to reappear in the city a few months later.
