Chapter 208: Deal

Chapter 208: Deal



"If you, my Lords, don't follow what I want, then in less than a nanosecond..."

"Everyone and their mothers in the entire local group would know what the MoonScribes are doing."

'Lyra can only connect to Earth's network, but they don't know that-.' Emir inwardly added.

A collective sigh was heard across the room, and soon both Ignatius and Auric spoke in unison:

"AYE!"

"Aye."

'Now one remains...'

Emir turned to face Isidore.

"You're loyal to the UEF, aren't you, Lord Isidore? Then we who go against the ORDER are your best bet."

A name that wasn't mentioned throughout their entire conversation was now finally revealed, easily conveying Emir's attention to the matter at hand.

Subtle scoffs and a single gasp echoed through the room as all three family heads looked at him with ranging expressions.

Isidore was an exception, of course, as he kept his cold black eyes locked with Emir's.

"Alright, bitch. Your mother's company will witness a fair retrial. But before that..."

"I need you to do something for me."

Emir's brows were immediately raised as he knew that whatever Isidore was about to say next would bring a massive shift to his life.

"I'm listening, Lord."

"...You planned to attend the academy as a student, yes?"

Emir nodded.

"Yes, Lord."

'Not really; that was before; now I'm planning to be a-'

Emir's thoughts paused as Isidore's words registered in his mind:

"A professor...."

'Fate... huh.'

"If your dumbass joins as a professor, only then will I agree to this deal."

"May I ask, why, Lord?"

"We both know that their professors are no longer worthy of teaching you; you're a big guy now."

"...Indeed you are correct, Lord."

Emir immediately knew why Isidore added that condition to the deal.

He knew that the best way anyone, especially the Elite, could keep watch over him would be in the academy, a place controlled by them.

And not only that, the test would provide a dish called Emir's 'Mind' on a golden platter.

"But if I'm to be a professor, then I have to ask for a certain class."

"Which one?" Auric asked, sounding interested.

"SS-1, the Elite first years."

'Sorry, Morgiana, but that place is mine... Better luck next time, or rather, next life.'

Ignatius loudly bellowed in his seat.

"Good luck with my son Max, then! You should teach him a few things about manners."

"That I will, Lord."

The next one to speak was Auric:

"Take care of my daughter as you did before."

"I will, Lord."

'That will be the last time I kidnap her; don't worry.' He added inwardly.

Emir then looked at Eldritch, but as he appeared to have nothing to say about Elijah, he turned to Isidore.

"I already have a contract prepared, Lord. I ask of you all to look."

[Lyra, everything went well. I need you to send the contract now.] Emir said telepathically.

And after a few moments, he heard Lyra's reply echo in his mind:

[Great job as always... Do you want me to change anything in the clauses?]

[No, all as planned. Though as expected, Isidore switched up the play, but never mind that for now; just check my memories later.]

[Understood.]

As their conversation took place, a few milliseconds went by, and soon his mind was flooded with the many clauses of the contract.

And it brought him here.

He proposed a contract not to only distract them from the truth but to allow him more paths

in the future while restricting his enemies.

Emir was also able to keep the blackmail.

This would allow him to use it again in the future.

A final card in his arsenal.

The last hurrah if everything went south, as he'd release it into the universe.

This card would be checkmate, cornering Magnus's faction to oblivion.

'Haaaah....'

After finally calming himself down, Emir plainly spoke:

"I have nothing to add."

Isidore nodded and gestured for everyone to proceed.

A moment passed, and streaks of light wafted through the room, finalizing his success.

Emir's left foot moved back.

His head and back lowered slightly.

And his arm reached his second heart once again.

"Thank you, Lords. I shall now take my leave and waste your time no longer."

Isidore allowed Emir's departure, and soon his body disappeared from the room, leaving

behind the four family heads.

Then suddenly a man appeared in Emir's place.

His face was covered by an owl mask as he eyed those around him.

"Congratulations gentlemen...."

"You've allowed a tiger cub into your homes."

"What do you say? Were they alike?" Isidore asked from the side.

"Oh, that he isn't..." The masked man said with a chuckle.

"What do you mean?" Ignatius asked.

The masked man locked gazes with the Blackwood's head for a moment and then spoke:

"You see... I've had my eye on him before even knowing about the Order's involvement."

"Way back when 'Oliver' died, I put some of my trusted men on watch." Ignatius stood up from his seat while banging on the table before him.

"Wait! Since you guys know about his dad, then why didn't he add that in the contract?"

Eldritch and Auric chuckled.

"Only our masked friend does..."

"Yeah, we didn't care much about him, not even Isidore did."

"True... it makes sense, since most of their chosen act like that. The big guy somehow knew

that we didn't know anything."

After showing a nod to a yawning Isidore, the masked man continued:

"Well, you three should start caring now... I learned many things about him, and everyone

here must know that Emir..."

"Emir's fighting his own war... against all in his path."

"He's an unchained man."

"No rules bound him."

Isidore chuckled and added:

"Yeah, you should've seen him during his little torture session, not even a single scream..."

"Death visited his friends a few hours back but he didn't bat an eye and came to meet us

instead."

The masked man nodded once again.

"Him killing all those Liberation fuckers might make you think otherwise, but he's not loyal

to a faction either..."

"His freedom will be paid with the blood of our men."

"And yet... he'll be our new best friend."