Chapter 42 - Altering Memories

"This is preposterous!" Bethrion thundered, veins protruding over his neck. His face was flushing bright red, both from embarrassment and anger. He could not believe what he had heard: altering memories? He had never heard such a thing.

"Is that possible?" Lucas Feuerlon asks. "I agree that it is preposterous—but I would deem it is ambitious, even for you, High Priestess."

"I have never heard of such a thing." Orwell says, agreeing to Lucas' statements. "In my years of examining ancient books, researches, and theories in Magierstadt, I have never encountered such magic that could 'alter' one's memory. It is nothing but impossible and I could not think any mechanism on how it would work."

"Because it is impossible." Sheila answers. "There is no magic that could change something as complex as a memory."

"Then, why are you proposing it?" Orwell asks. "I consider that you would not only alter Feuerlon family's memory, but us, too?"

"You are mistaken." Sheila says. "I aim to only alter theirs, with you as fellow conspirators so we could monitor them, and things would go according to plan."

The duchess winced, "please give us a profound explanation, Priestess. I cannot hold back my unrest much longer. This is both preposterous and disrespectful, are you not aware? I want to be as calm as possible, but you are not giving anything but hints and vague answers."

"I apologize, Duchess Feuerlon." Sheila says. "Let me explain. Currently, there are no ways we can really alter memories. It is beyond magic—or at least, what we know."

"Then what is it that you propose?" Lucas asks.

"Duke Feuerlon." Sheila says, turning towards the Duke. "I believe you and the king already talked about his theory in altering memories? Did you think about it well?"

Everyone across the room turned towards the duke in alarm, the duchess' eyes widening as she gawked at her husband.

"D-dear... you knew about this?"

The duke sighed. "I considered his theory, but I never imagined that it would be upon my family,"

"Enlighten us." Lucas' says, voice as cold as ice. "I cannot stand being in the shadows."

Sheila smiles. "Very well."

Three thuds from her staff. "Are you all aware of ways on combining magical spells?"