Alissa and Erin had left the house at Melchior's repeated insistence, leaving him and Circe alone to discuss without having to worry. Her identity as a Watcher was secret, so it couldn't be told to many people.
They sat opposite from each other at either end of the table, silent. It lasted a minute or two before Melchior finally spoke.
"Those guys. Do you wanna…" He started, trailing off.
Circe stared down.
"They're members of the Centuros military, but they're special compared to ordinary members. That's what the cloak is,"
So his assumption was right.
"How so?"
"They're called the Golden Lion Order and are a special branch of the military. It's only composed of the best of the best in any given field. Geniuses like Clyde and Andy are merely the basic bottom line as a requirement before you can even be considered to join them,"
His eyes widened in response.
"How big are their numbers?"
