Lady Rosalina's face got a little pale. "You know that's classified information..."
"Hah! Classified, you say?" Agatha laughed, but it sounded bitter. "A useful word for lying to the people you're supposed to keep safe."
"You lie about the peace you celebrate and the security you promise. The worst part is keeping the truth about how dangerous this world really is a secret."
"That's enough!" King Anthony got up from his throne. "Your contract with the crown is now over!"
"Guards, take this woman out of the palace."
"There it is... panic. I see it in your eyes..." Agatha said with a simple "But... no... I don't think so."
Greg saw right away that her hand was moving in a pattern. The gesture, the flow of energy, and the way space seemed to bend around her fingers. It was impossible to accept the truth, but there was no doubt about it.
Greg whispered, "What the fuck...? That's an Instant Forge," in horror.
