Izekiel removed his clothes with frustrated fingers as he walked towards the steaming pool of fragrant water. He hated dealing with political schemes, but lately that was all that kept him occupied.
It was clear to him that some people from influential families were causing the unrest among the public, but Izekiel was unable to find them because he lacked no enemies.
Any of them could be plotting against him, and this time their plan wasn't as weak as before.
There were no leads despite the imperial investigation.
Jeremiah was skilled in these things, but even he failed.
Izekiel saw war as the only option now.
He stepped inside the water, the hot water relaxed his muscles but a sharp ting of pain flared as the water came in contact with the deep long cut on his back.
The wound started from his shoulder and ended at the base of his back.
