CH: 6 Battle Of Words

Robin's POV:

"Do not meddle in politics or interfere in other people's affairs. You must not take the disappointment too much to heart. If you show impatience you could make matters worse." I still could hear the words of my mother even to this day when she was no longer alive to look after me.

That little incident that I had with Cleric Preston faded away in a matter of days and I was at the peace for a while with myself and moved on with my every day duties. Still, Partridge kept a touch with me one way or another. The both of us were close to break the rules and to be discovered, but we had found the way to keep under the control.

Since the three weeks after the incident had passed, I've been called to the high council chamber for DuPont wanted to see me personally and I did not mind that at all. Soon after the meeting he asked me to stay so he could talk to me privately. I was looking forward to see him as well.

DuPont's POV:

I've known Robin since she has been quite young and was indeed a great promise in the future of her family. Yet the danger and sudden death of her mother left her alone and last of legacy but it did not stop her to keep it alive. Now as she stood before me I could see that she had matured and that she was prettier that the last I had seen her when she was seventeen, but that was the three years ago and lots had changed in that period of time.

Her skin was fair and clear and those eyes were mesmerizing crystal blue with a hint of green around the irises. Yet her hair was another story the deep ash-blond with golden highlights. True, she was pretty but also a class too.

"Thank you for coming, Acolyte. I do assume that you know who I am." She stared at me not blinking for a long time then she addressed me up a proper title.

"Of course, sir. You are Vice-Council DuPont of the Third Conciliarly of the Tetragrammaton, Father's voice." Her voice was clear with a hint of slight accent of an accent that I could not place where it came from.

"Quite correct, Acolyte. I am told of what had happened the three weeks ago dealing with your capture as a sense offender. Is it that true?"

"Yes, sir it is, but it also turned to be the false alarm." Robin held her ground steady.

"How so? I told myself that the Cleric such is Preston had not mistaken when it came to the sense that someone is actually feeling. I do not believe that he actually had made a mistake."

"The rumors proved to be true, sir. The accusation has been dropped."

"And how did you feel in all of this happening to you?" She blinked slowly.

"I am not sure if I do understand your question, sir."

Before I tried to explain the meaning of a question to her, the door was open very harshly and two Clerics walked in dragging one of civilians with them. Robin turned around slightly to look into frightened eyes of a man.

"What is it the meaning of this?" I demanded.

"We have a sense offender here, sir with your permission he wants a fair trail." The Cleric spoke.

"Take him away," The Clerics moved to take the order when Robin moved forward.

"Sir, with your permission may I deal with the prisoner?" The Clerics stared at her blankly as she spoke for they had not being aware of her till now.

"Careful Acolyte, sense offender might be quite hostile."

"I've seen worse, Cleric." Was her firm reply.

She turned to face me again asking for the permission. I simply nodded. Turning around Robin approached the prisoner slowly as the hostility began to rise almost immediately in the man.

"Witch, the traitor," the man spoke but Robin remained her cool.

"You better confess what you had done."

"You want to know really? Pity, but I do not think you would understand cause you can not feel at all."

"But I can feel." She spoke directly into his mind and a man snapped to his feet racing at her.

He was not being able to gain his hit when he stumbled backwards a dagger was now embedded in his chest. He made a few steps backwards then fell face down on the floor. The Clerics stood there motionless. Incredible.

Robin's POV:

I did not mean to do this at all. I knew that man and my freedom and safety was at stake. I was now so heart-broken what I had done, but I had no choice once the body was removed away and the Clerics left the office.

DuPont was pleased with the work no emotion was there but I knew he was. Now I wanted to get out form here and fast. With a luck and time I was allowed to leave and I need to Partridge right now and tell him what I've done against my own will and emotions/

"You did what?"

"I have killed the innocent man, who was like me the sense offender."

"Robin," He could not find his words at all. "Why?"

"I was afraid that my cover would be blown away. He knew who I was really, I had no choice but to keep quiet."

Partridge's POV:

She did it. She had killed the innocent man so she could be alive. Robin the creature that I knew was so incapable of such act was actually able to do this and change over the few hours to be re-born emotionless killer. No words were there for me to tell her now even when I wanted to do so. Now, the risk was even greater than before and this time she was in between two fires with no way out.

We had cut our meeting short and Robin returned back to the temple chambers that were not allowing Clerics to enter and assumed her duties in the mediation and training of youngsters. She was preoccupied with her thoughts hardly paying any attention what was going on around her.

There were only few her female attendants and those were her assistants and back up in the case of the danger of which Mary was her most trusted friend and decoy with ability to take her spot if Robin's life was in the great danger.

As for Preston, I knew I had to keep to myself for it was quite amusing to have the Grammation First Class Cleric to be beaten down by a mere girl and Acolyte. He caught my question in the eyes and took a seat at his desk.

"I would hear no more questions on that matter."

"I had warned you that you should not do this."

"The Clerics do not make mistake."

"And you can not admit that you had been beaten down by a girl." He gave me dead look, which meant one thing that I should leave him alone.

Well, at least that was for the best but somehow in my heart I knew that both of us were celebrating a silent victory.

Robin's POV:

I should have a peace once more I was home and I was working at the marking of latest assuagements when a doorbell rang. Standing up, I was expected that it could be Mary coming to visit me. Walking toward the door and unlocking it only to find it was not Mary but the Cleric Preston himself a. That was indeed quite surprise and aloud shock that I dared not to show when he was around and he actually dared to show his face after what he had done to me.

"Cleric Preston, what brings you here to my doorstep?"

Cleric Preston's POV:

She was staring at me flatly nor forgetting the humiliation that I've put her through by a false accusation of being sense offender. I knew she did not want to see me again.

"May I come in?"

"No you are not allowed here, Cleric." The icy tone of her voice was sharp.

"I am here to return this to you," I held the chain toward her."

"I do not need it, burn it." Robin replied sharply turning to close the door behind her.

"Robin…" too late, and the door slammed into my face and it was all over.