The soldier and the historian had now walked their way through the bustling town, filled with people going back to work from the afternoon lunch rush. Occasionally, some people would get out of his way, as the bodyguard in front of him signified importance. Others, however, felt that their jobs were more important than showing respect, and would bump into him during the rush, scuffing up his robes. Yet, Mr. Benedict did not care, as he was still in euphoria after what had happened at the local school. He let the citizens get away with what they were doing…then again, there was not much he could do about it in the first place.

They would walk out of the hustle and bustle of the market and would come into the winding road that led to Hyrule Castle. Things had changed since the war, and the road was no longer winding. Rather, it was pretty much a straight road that was formed due to damage towards the end of the war before Barbarossa's death. So, instead of the multiple checkpoints along the road, there was just one…but it was only a one way road, so only one was needed. They walked up the gate, where the guard immediately recognized them. The gate was soon risen up, and they walked through, passing over the moat, and into the main castle doors. Inside the outer courtyard, the Chancellor awaits.

"Ah…Lord Benedict…" His accent was odd to come from a Hylian. It would resemble a Highlander, those who live in the Woods. A cabin boy was not typically one to gain the position of Chancellor, yet he was a friend of the previous one. "Please…come inside…" He would begin to walk into the castle interior. The clothes he wore were somewhat scuffed up, but he was known for partaking in hunting and other sportsman activities of the sort. The historian would follow him in, eager to find out the news that he had been called back for. If it concerned the king, something must be going on.

The interior of the castle was renovated from damage caused on the final day of the war, when two defectors stormed into the castle and, through some ungodly way, managed to wreak total havoc upon the place. Numerous guards were slaughtered, as well as the Chancellor and the old Kakariko Village Chief. The two men left quite a bit of bloodshed…so much that it took until a few years ago till the castle was entirely cleaned. It was one of the bloodiest outcomes in Hylian history, yet it saved an entire continent from war.

The castle itself, having been done with its recent renovations, was now a bridal veil white. All of its walls, marble staircases, floors, ceilings, columns, etc., were all tinted white. It was supposed to be a symbol of rebirth after all of the past corruption had finished, and a new legit king had taken the throne. Yet, that did not change anything else. Only the areas viewable to the public and some nobles were painted white. The rest was still grey, mostly due to the running out of funding.

They would walk through the Grand Hall into the throne room. There were paintings of past kings, along with their treasures spread among the walls, along with a plethora of soldiers to guard them, as some of them were worth quite a lot, especially a pendant said to be dated back to one of the first kings of Hyrule. Yet, there was something missing from the throne room: It's holder, Frederich Harkinian, was nowhere in sight.

"Um…Chancellor Beaumont," Julius queried. "Where…is King Harkinian?"

"Please, follow me. I have something to show you." Lord Beaumont never showed his face to the historian. Instead, he chose to just walk on up the stairs and into what would be the Royal Quarters. Mr. Benedict had no choice but to run after him, as he wasn't really permitted anywhere in the royal area. Once inside, he saw a shocking sight…

"KING HARKINIAN!"

Lying on the bed would be King Frederich Harkinian the Defector, legendary ender of the Great Civil War, holding his heavy heart tightly to his chest with his weakening left arm. His breaths would be short and rapid and his body would be of a different color. The regal red clothing he wore would have a darker tint to it in some spots, mostly due to various cuts and bruises along his body. The royal chamber itself was one of the various rooms to still have a color of gray.

"They don't know exactly what it is…" Beaumont whispered. "Jaundice…odd breathing rhythms…hearing loss…no ones sure what to make of it. Our doctors are working around the clock to treat him. He's been like this for…not more than a week, I suppose."

At that point, Mr. Benedict reached into his pocket and grabbed a small ebony medallion…it resembled the Triforce that was on his history book earlier. "Please!" he pleaded to the acting ruler. "Please, let me heal him! I…I know healing arts! I can fix this!"

"Now now, Mr. Benedict…the doctors know what's best." Slowly, Beaumont would walk over to the historian and place his hand on Benedict's shoulder at an attempt to ease him. "Besides, healing arts couldn't do a thing…if we don't even know what this is, how could you fix it? Hmm? There's nothing you can do…"

The historian reached a hand out as to interrupt him. "Bu…but…" Slowly, he would stare at the dying king, trying to figure out exactly what was going on. Sadly, he would come to no avail, and would slowly lower his hand down, looking in the same direction in shame. "I…I suppose you're right…he's going to live, right? After all, there is no living heir to the throne…that would put the kingdom in peril, no?"

"N…n…No, he shall not die. I can assure you of that. Just please…leave this place, the king needs his rest after all, no? You are dismissed to your study." The chancellor then immediately walked away, turning to the doctors into the process to discuss the king's health with them. The historian, however, would be forced to turn away, and would walk slowly out of the ruby colored room, staring at the ground. Before he opened the door, he'd slowly turn his head to see the dying hero of the Hylian Empire, and would shake his head in confusion. With that, he opened and shut one of the double doors, and proceeded to leave for the library…the study…his only home.