The Lords' Meeting, Solution And Consequence-II

Garfon caught on the meaning of his words. With a frown, he hesitantly asked. "Does your solution risk people's life?"

Ian chuckled. "I'm here to give solution to save lives, to pay a life for a life surely isn't a solution, Garfon."

Seeing how tense the air between the two people, Oliver took ahold of the conversation as the middleman again. He raised his hand, beckoning Lord Garfon to calm down from his futile anger. "Please, if you do have a solution, Lord Ian do discuss with us."

Ian leaned to his chair. "It's easy, sorcerer works to protect the town but they're too weak because in term of power, what could a human possibly do in front of a mythical beast?"

Oliver and some of the church members caught the meaning of Ian's question and their expression turned gloom. Alex turned his widened eyes at Ian, he exclaimed. "Do you mean?"

"You're right." Ian grinned. "If a human couldn't beat the mythical beast, who else other than mythical beings could defeat them?"

Lord Garfon stood up from his seat with his face reddened from a fit of anger that rushed to his mind. "How presumptuous! Do you mean that you are telling me to open access for mythical beings to Runalia?!"

Oliver raised his hand again, giving an immediate warning to Garfon. "Please low down your volume and calm down Lord Garfon."

Pushing his anger to the meeting would only destroy his image, thus Lord Garfon humphed loudly as he took his seat back. His face was still enraged from Ian's solution. There's no way Runalia would ever want to open their gate for mythical beings. Their hatred and fear had gone deep through their blood, opening the access is almost impossible. The Church members also understood what Ian meant by the consequences of his solution. If Runalia citizens knew that their Lord would let the mythical beings to their land, chaos would happen. But if they want to save the lives of Runalia citizen, letting mythical being inside to fight with the beasts is the right choice.

However, Garfon couldn't agree with the solution at all and had no intention on agreeing with the solution. To his eyes, he could only suspect that Ian was aiming for him to let mythical beings enter his land and concur it for his own. He gripped his hand and slammed it against the table again. "I object that solution! I can never agree with open access for mythical beings to Runalia!"

Ethan tapped his fingers, he turned his head and said lazily. "Don't be too hot-headed, Lord Garfon. That solution work only if we want to enter Runalia And work with you. However, no one here is planning to enter Runalia with how much hatred they showed to us." Silence came again after Ethan's sarcastic words. The church members continued to discuss with each other, keeping their thoughts to the matter.

"We should keep a note on Lord Ian's solution but for now, we will search for another solutions. Do anyone have any other choice?"

The others looked at each other left and right and most people shook their heads. Seeing no one having any solution, a sigh escaped from Oliver and Alex's lips. Due to the night had turned inky black, they turned and closed the discussion for the day.

"The future meeting would be held again regarding this matter, thank you very much for your cooperation, my Lords." Ruhan excused everyone. People rushed in and out. While the other Lords except the human Lord discussed with the matter and exchanged their own thoughts, Ian stood up from his seat. Now that he finished with his matter, he doesn't have any business left and was about to go home. Ruhan and Kyle the old churchman spotted Ian near the staircase and called him. "Lord Ian."

Ian turned his face and swept his red eyes on the two men. Finally, He thought to himself. "What is it Ruhan, Kyle? Is there still something you want to discuss?"

Ruhan tried to read Ian's face and as usual the man had the expression full of smile. One could say his smile was gentle, or perhaps bewitching, or to some people intoxicatingly full of ridicule. He could guess Ian had vaguely understood what he is going to bring up but he had feigned his innocent expression in a very flawless way that even he almost believed Ian really didn't understood what they're going to discuss.

With a sigh, Kyle spoke briefly. "It's about Ms. Elise Scott."

"Continue." Ian ordered.

Kyle exhaled his breaths thrice, saying, "As Ms. Elise Scott is now under the protection of your house and due to the fact that she is now an adult, we, the church had nothing to say of her decision. Whether she choose where to live in or who she placed her trust in. However, please do know that she is also under the Church's protection. If she do change her choice please let her do what she wish-"

Kyle hadn't finished his words when he heard Ian bursting into a cloud of soft chuckling. Before Kyle and Ruhan could ask what he was laughing at, he raised his hand. "Here I was wondering what you are going to discuss by bringing up my little puppy. You don't have to ask me that. From the beginning I'm planning to do that. Well then, if you don't have anything else to say, I will be excusing myself now. Good night."

Like a wind he left the place, leaving Kyle to sigh again. Ruhan knew how frustrating it must've been to become Ian's middleman. He turned his head and spoke. "You don't have to worry much, Kyle. From what I have seen, it didn't look like the Lord is planning to do something by using the sweet child."

"I hope so." Kyle complained, "That man isn't anything normal and what's going on by his mind, no one other than God could guess. Even if he doesn't plan on using Ms. Elise for his scheme, I'm afraid that something will happen between them."

"By that you mean, if they have a relationship? Even if they do have relationship, what would be wrong with it?"

Kyle turned his back, shaking his head with a wordless answer only to squeeze a murmur of sentence from his mouth. "Everything is wrong because, the Sweet Child is cursed." And that deadly curse could lead to even the demise of the Empire. Thoughts passing to his mind to turn every wrinkle on his face grave.