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Chapter 2: A Storm Brews
In the city of Archades, gentries and ardents and vulgars are now mixed with each other, celebrating a much unified society by the new-instated emperor Larsa. The shops bustle with mirth and merchandise, and though there were still occasional racists among those citizens, most of the Archadians grew to get along well, after realizing that peace was what they wanted all along.
Little did they know that all that has been was about to burn down into ashes and thrown away, scattered in the wind. For in a hidden hall inside the infamous Draklor Laboratories, deep within the premises, twelve powerful and influential bodies of Archadia, conspired.
"Ivalice is now in the threshold of infant peace."
"Yet, we are not satisfied."
"Archadia must still rule."
"With our forces, we could."
"And yet what of Emperor Larsa? He will not stand by this."
"As much as Judge Majister Basch."
"Then we remove them from our path to power."
"We will need someone within."
"Judge Magister Zargabath has proven worthy of our trust. He shares the same ideals."
"But what if he refuses to join us? What if holds loyal to Larsa and stands opposition to us?"
"Then we must acquire the trust of a more mercenary individual. The new Judge Majister, Perhaps?"
"How are we sure he will not prove loyal to the boy emperor?"
"There will be no loyalty to Larsa from this Judge Majister. No one rules him but himself. I have personally met him, and you would understand what I tell you if you should also come face to face with him. A cold black heart, he has, and yet, he is not without intelligence. A man that would challenge the late Lord Vayne's cunningness and wit. A man ruled by his brain rather than his heart. A man who will not fail us."
"Then how do you propose we draw him over? If he is as smart as Lord Vayne. Then he might circumvent any argument we may have for him."
"You are not without your little faith, Senator. For unlike Lord Vayne, this Judge Majister can be easily persuaded with the right bribe, or in his case, a heavy purse to supply his needs."
"That will not be hard."
"Indeed. To think, with just a few gil we can change the course of history once more."
"What is that saying? Of which money and evil are interrelated?"
"I believe it went something like, 'money is the root of all evil.'"
"How appropriate."
The conversation among the twelve ended with the ringing of deep laughter, which bounced off the walls of Draklor Laboratories, inaudible to anyone else outside but themselves.
This chapter is written in a different style from that of the previous one. We would like to inform that indeed, some of our chapters would be short, for we desire the number of chapters to be many. So it is rightly just that they are short. Though that may be the case, we would still inflict the necessary parts needed to progress this story. Thank you for you kind consideration. Faram.
