"What do you mean he's here?" A female voice was screaming at a person in commoner clothes.
Though the person appeared to be a simple commoner, like one would see wandering the streets of any generic town or village, they were one of an army of spies employed by the nation known as the Wisteria Concord.
"My Lady, it is as I said. There was an incident in the markets this morning and someone fought off one of those strange fanatics. They claimed to be 'Titan from Eroa' and then left the scene before being questioned by the guards."
"Urgh..." Lady Voltara al Famyn grumbled. She looked through her pile of documents and pulled out a letter she had received regarding the participants in the tournament.
The day she received it, she tossed it aside as she had many more important matters. However, she opened it up now and saw on the list of names 'Titan, representative from Eroa' written in plain font.
"Dammit..." She grumbled again.
"Auntie, is something the matter?"
"Elize, please come here darling."
A young woman who looked like the spitting image of a much younger Voltara stepped into the room. She was wearing thin nightclothes that made the spy nearly stop breathing when he saw how they gently draped over Elize's form.
"What can I do for you, Auntie?"
"Lecherous fool." Voltara snapped at the spy. "Get back out there and find me anything and everything you can on Titan. I want you to look for everything. Get in contact with the teams in Eroa. If he's a member of the King's Shadow he must be a native.
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Her beliefs about his possible origins were simply a guess. There was no hard evidence to show that he was a native of Eroa or he was from some other country. One thing she did know is that all the other known members of King's Shadow were natural-born citizens of the country.
However, another thing to know about the order was that they prided themselves on recognizing the strong. Eroa was like that as a nation, for the most part. Which did not necessarily rule out other possibilities for Titan's origin. The only thing that was truly known was that he appeared suddenly on the battlefield about six months before the end of the war.
Each battle he participated in was a resounding success for Eroa.
Honestly, it was getting to the point that Voltara was wondering why she was so obsessed with the young man. Was it the fear of the devastation he wrought? Was it possibly the strength he had that made her want to possess him? Or was it something else she had yet to identify? It was hard to tell at times with so many different possibilities.
Voltara bit her thumb out of frustration. She was angry that her network had found nothing, but even angrier that she thought the tournament information to be useless, when in fact it gave her a massive clue as to Titan's location. Had she known, it would have been so much easier to look into him and set plans accordingly.
However, now those chances were ruined, all because of a simple oversight. "It's no matter," she stated. "I will likely learn what I need in due time. From what King Aleksander told me, the final four will address the crowd. I find it unlikely that Titan will not make it at least that far.
"If he does, I will be able to learn more about him. If he does not, then he is of no use or threat to me. I still have yet to determine the exact way that Titan was able to cause such destruction. All our sources have been very tight-lipped, though there are only a handful of ways to perform this task, and most of them make this Titan a scary person.
It is simply a matter of what to fear: his power, his intelligence, or both."