"First, we need to throw the bait." Mikael rubbed his chin in contemplation as he paced back and forth inside the Medium, "Let's invite a journalist to the castle, kid."
"Hmm… we'll need father's permission for that, Sir."
"No. keep it a secret from your father for the time being since he might intentionally hinder us if he realizes our plan."
"Then… how about Gramps Sebastian?"
"Your Butler? Are you sure he'll help? He looks just as overprotective as Avery."
"I'm sure, sir. After all, he never says no to me." Deon proudly declared. The young prince spoke like a typical brat spoiled by his grandparents.
So, the partners, escorted by Dame Nora, went straight to Butler Sebastian's quarters after Sir Finn kicked them out of his laboratory.
Knock. Knock.
"Gramps? Are you there?" Deon lightly tapped the old butler's door.
A second later, the kind-faced butler opened the door and ushered Deon and Nora inside his room.
