Kapitel 71: Where could The Queen have gone?

"Vicar," she began, her voice low and measured, "we must ensure utmost discretion in our utilization of this... tool." The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, emphasizing the gravity of the decision they were making.

Her gaze shifted to meet Vicar's, her eyes reflecting both determination and caution. "We also need to be prepared for all potential outcomes, including the possibility of Gamaaloth's reaction if they uncover the source of their affliction."

The room fell into a thoughtful silence as they contemplated the implications of their actions and the repercussions they might face from their adversaries.

Vicar bowed slightly, a sly smile playing on his lips as he backed away. "Of course, Your Majesty. Discretion is the foundation of all our plans."