Book 2: Chapter 43: The Guardian Research Team and the Government

Book 2: Chapter 43: The Guardian Research Team and the Government

Scarlet

After our match finishes, were sent to a private booth to watch the rest of the first round. And I immediately begin frowning as I hear people chanting the words Apex Predator for some reason.

Whos that?

I look out over the audience from this private booth one where no one can see inside before eventually shrugging.

If its important then Ill find out soon enough. If not? Then I dont really care.

The chanting begins to die down after not too long as everyone starts to focus on the next set of battles for the round. But I cant really focus on the battles as I contemplate the last battle. And more importantly, how disappointing it felt as a hunter.

The girls on the other team didnt really put up much of a fight. It was to the point that I felt it perfectly safe to avoid attacking any potentially exposing areas to help them avoid the nasty criminals on the internet.

Although if I were in an actual fight against someone who could match me, then I wouldnt be worried about that.

I sigh as I take a seat in one of the incredibly overly luxurious seats they have in this equally luxurious booth. A booth fit for a king in many ways.

Honestly was hoping to find some interesting opponents to fight during this tournament, but it looks like Ill have to wait till the later rounds. Or possibly even till the solo primary. Because I know there will be plenty of them there.

I watch a couple siege battles without participating in the others conversations that have arisen, only to glance down at my terminal as I remember the email I got not too long before the tournament. One that Ive been pointedly avoiding having to respond to, because its from the Guardian Research Team, along with another email from the government asking me to listen to their request.

But when I open up my email account linked to my Guardian ID, I find both of the emails just gone. And in its place, theres another email from the government that was sent only seconds ago.This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

Huh?

I blink in surprise before opening it to find some sort of flowery apology letter telling me that the original email was a mistake in their system and that I do not have to do anything I dont wish to do.

The fuck? I mutter out loud, not really sure whats happening.

Its fine, he answers. So I take the pause to return the topic back to what it was originally on.

The research team is rather uncaring when it comes to achieving their goals, and Im pretty sure theyre doing a lot of illegal stuff to do that. And the government tends to look the other way more often than not because not only are they not strong enough to deal with the team without crying to the Knights to do it for them, but the end results tend to justify the means in their eyes. At least enough not to cry to the Knights for help in dealing with them.

As long as they keep it out of the public eye, which they almost always do.

It was just one time that it managed to slip out and the people heard about a cruel experiment they conducted on a fae and their contracted partner.

I shiver at the thought.

The contracted partner was a very minor criminal, not someone who deserved a lifetime in prison or anything like that. But when they were being sent to the Rogue prison, they were being kidnapped by the team.

They sound Tar begins, seemingly trying to think of something to compare them to, like the cult back in the Farshore.

I blink in surprise.

A cult? Theres a cult in the faes dimension?

Yes, Tar answers, one worshipping Titania, the long since dead creator of the System.

Of course, theres a cult worshipping the Systems creator.

Well, research team or not, doesnt look like Ill have to deal with them for the time being. Or hopefully ever, but I doubt theyll just give up simply because they lost the governments approval.

I raise my head to focus on the tournament again and quickly find that a few more tower sieges have already passed since I started looking for the emails.

Guess I might as well check out the other teams that we might be up against.

So I open the internet on my terminal and begin doing some research.