The classroom emptied out, leaving me alone with my thoughts and a blank piece of parchment.
Securing the protagonist party was easy. Their egos were large targets, impossible to miss.
But Instructor Samantha? She was different.
She was a Platinum-rank knight, a former commander, and a woman who probably ate iron filings for breakfast. She wouldn't be swayed by taunts, romance, or curiosity.
She responded only to one thing: Duty.
I dipped my quill into the inkwell.
'If I tell her Infernus is attacking, she'll mobilize the entire knighthood. That sounds good on paper, but if the terrorists see an army waiting for them, they'll abort. And if they abort, the event doesn't happen. If the event doesn't happen, I don't get the rewards, and the threat remains hidden, waiting to strike another day when I'm not prepared.'
I needed the attack to happen.
I just needed it to fail spectacularly.
