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At the palace of the governor of Buhijerba, the world was happening, his excellency the Marquis Ondore IV was cursing as much as it was unmentionable, Princess Amaya had disappeared ... she had left nothing.

The marquis could not manage it, his reproaches were useless, and to say that even as a little girl she was rebellious she was able to have a good behavior, one of those that was demanded of her rank. But for a year now this had become intractable, head so hard that the Marquis felt that he no longer had any authority over her, and indeed it was so.

Amaya did not accept compromises, she did not bend in front of nothing, she was wild and untamed of the all-composed princess she once had very little or nothing left.

But twenty years of education and habits could not be thrown to the wind for nothing, the girl knew it, and often tended to behave as they had taught her, but always within the limits of endurance. When Amaya felt a choking sensation, she ran away, fleeing far even for long periods, without warning.

Now she never risked being mad to keep up with her and her rants were useless.

Her niece had run away once again, pointing north, to the Archadean territories she knew as well as the Dalmaschi. No one knew where he would take refuge, but the Marquis had half a mind about it, only that he was not in a position to get away from Rabanastre, he needed his role as Kiltian preacher, but he also needed Amaya's presence.

For a little while the pact had not been broken, and the Restoration ceremony represented a favorable situation to strengthen even more the pact with the gods, but also to establish a new one of what happened centuries earlier.

Ondore was in his immense studio still intent on cursing when a soldier from his escort stationed in front of his room rushed in, reporting.

The Marquis almost did not fling himself on the guard for bothering him, but he restrained his anger by trying to have a calm and relaxed behavior, as he used to do, but it was as impossible as the tone of his voice, he sensed a light vein of anger flow inside him.

-What do I owe all this fury? I remind you to keep a demeanor ... about who is in front of her. - The marquis's tone of sound resounded throughout the room, while the guard, embarrassed by the reproach immediately, immediately tried to recover to report the important news.

"My lord, I have come to warn you ... a messenger from Rabanastre has just arrived. This is Judge Gabranth, he came here to bring a message. "The man was almost terrified, expecting some angry reaction from the Marquis, but there was nothing.

Hearing the news, Halim had frozen his blood in his veins, even though he knew Basch was hiding under Gabranth's armor-but he could not help reconnecting him with his brother's murderer.

He felt towards this man a profound hatred, which he concealed beneath his mannerisms and his perennially calm expression. He hated Noah and hated Basch, if it had not been for Raminas he would have opposed Basch's union with his nephew, he would not have allowed that man and his twin to extend neither hands, nor a single finger on the princess.

He thought he was the only one responsible for the unhappiness of his niece, if that man had not intertwined his destiny with that of the girl, now things would have been different ... but they had been allowed to tarnish the purity of a being that it was not even.

The only thing that encouraged him were Rasler and Noah, only the two of them placated him from making false steps. The two children had been a true gift from heaven, a miracle to which the Marquis bowed, every time he met them. It was the purest thing he had ever seen, he saw in them the greatness of their mother, he could not help but love them.

But at the news of the judge's arrival, Halim sensed that perhaps his niece had disappeared not to be found, not to see him, but the noble huma wondered how much he could still keep his nephew's presence hidden from the rest of the world. He felt indebted to Ashe, it was not fair that he knew nothing, but himself as a man and descendant of the royal stock, and as a Kilt preacher he had promised himself to keep Amaya's will.

Amaya's words were law and his will was respected, nor he with his duties of marquis or governor could be anything, could reproach her, object was required to keep faith in his oath against him. Amaya was not simply her niece, she was much more.

Lady Ashe herself, in Amaya's presence, would have to clear her head, publicly admitting the importance that Amaya was wearing. She was essential for everyone.

Halim asked the guard to be left alone for a moment, so as to compose himself as his rank demanded. Basch after a few hours of travel aboard an imperial ship descended to the ground, there at the airfield, he immediately found one of the marquis's servants waiting for him.

The judge was not surprised at the reception, at every step he made carefully observed everything around him, it had been a long time since he had set foot in the Marquis's personal residence. The judge knew well that Ondore did not look at him favorably given what had happened his face reminded him too much of his brother's murderer.

He noticed him as he looked at him, with the thing in his eye, with the look of someone who did not willingly accept his presence.