Alfred had come to the site of the scene with a tune to his lips, as his mind felt like they were on the highs of the clouds.
After all, this had all been his plan, weaved and bent as he wanted it all to be.
Then again, this was to be expected as he had taken detailed time to review the assignment with his nameless dwarf.
This plan had been in the works for a long time.
Alfred knew Eunid well. This was a talent for the family. One, whose brilliance was acknowledged by not just the family, but also by the Holy church.
After all, he was number one in this generation of Geniuses, regardless of his low cultivation.
But there was an edge to acquiring power and maintaining it that Eunid lacked and Alfred, one bathed by the blood of war with the Zordiac families was not going to allow the opportunity slip.
