Card Apprentice Daily Log

Date- 5 April 2321

Time- 04:05

Location- Southern Region, Blossom district, Unknown

“What brings you here Henricks?” Field Marshal Heatsend, who was meditating seated on top of a cloud, asked a figure hiding among clouds a few miles away using the soul whisper technique without opening her eyes.

“You promised not to use your ability on me ever,” Henricks walked out of the cloud and enquired Field Marshal Henricks but he did not dare to step any further.

“I didn’t use my ability,” Field Marshal replied while waiting for Henricks to state his purpose.

“It seems your power has grown again, it’s great to be born with a powerful bloodline,” Henricks commented, he was in no hurry to speak his purpose as he was here to stall time after all.

“…” Field Marshal Heatsend did not bother with Henricks, instead she concentrated on the city, understanding that if the group of old people in the central capital had sent out Henricks then they were up to something. But because of the presence of the ‘Right Eye of the World’ not only was her special ability suppressed but her other precipitation ability would dampen nearing the sky blossom city.

The wielder of the ‘Right Eye of the World’ had yet to become a demigod yet her physique was already so capable, giving Agent Lois the honor of being remembered by Field Marshal Heatsend.

Though her innate demigod perception was dampened the overall scan came back positive yet Field Marshal Heatsend remained cautious ready to act any moment.

“An old comrade has come so far to greet you, are you not going to offer some rum?” Henricks questioned field marshal Heatsend’s hospitality.

“Be grateful that my sword is not soaked with your blood for entering my domain without permission,” Field Marshal Heatsends words confirmed that she was indeed acquainted with Henricks.

“Speaking of your domain, I heard his majesty Heatsend has made his granddaughter the Heir of the south, is it true?” Henricks asked, trying to make small talk.

“You heard right his majesty has decided,” Field Marshal Heatsend replied, she still did not bother to open her eyes.

“Are you not worried she will party everything you worked hard for into ruins,” Henricks taunted his old comrade.

“She is capable and will have a loyal council supporting her. And if you dare to speak one more ill word of the Heiress of the south, I will forget that once we used to fight side by side. Don’t force me,” Field Marshal Heatsend knew Henricks had approached her with an agenda but out of courtesy for him as a comrade she did not directly attack him. But if he asked for it she would not hesitate to cut him down.

“Alright. Don’t worry I am not here to fight but to cash in on your second promise to me,” Henricks finally got to point after receiving a text notification to his grimoire from Agent Uri’s handler, signaling him that Uri was in position it was time for him to keep his word.

Listening to Henricks’s bring up the past promise Field Marshal Heatsend finally opened her eyes, revealing her radiating violet pupils. And glaring at Henricks, she said, “If you remember my promises to you, then you should know I will not do anything that will harm my family and my people.”

“I remember, that is why I am here to ask you for a 30 minutes head start, I, myself, will not participate, let your people and my people fight it out, if they still have not reached a conclusion after 30 mins, I will ask my people to retreat and if they were to die under your people’s hands I will blame them for being inadequate. I hope you will do the same,” Henricks explained, trying to make his demand sound reasonable to Field Marshal Heatsend. And then added, “Come on, don’t tell me you cannot trust the people you are proud of to last for 30 minutes?”

“There is no use of these taunts, Henricks. I cannot agree to this promise knowing that there is a conspiracy afoot,” Field Marshal Heatsend rejected Henricks flatly.

“Is this what the Heatsend word is reduced to these days? 15 minutes, you have to agree to this at least,” Henricks used the honor of the Heatsend family to cave field marshal Heatsend to his demands.

As Henricks hoped field marshal Heatsend was conflicted about whether to prioritize Heatsend Family honor knowing that a conspiracy against her family was afoot. In the past many have used this strategy against the Heatsend family, all of her ancestors choose to prioritize the honor of the family despite knowing that there was a conspiracy afoot because honor is not something you uphold at your convenience. Most of her ancestors had managed to prevail despite the odds but some failed horribly. Even though some failed they managed to uphold family honor, which in return protected the family and kept it prosperous to date.

Taking a lesson from the pages of the history books, field marshal Heatsend decided to uphold the honor of the family even if it meant that she was walking right into the enemy’s trap. Therefore she agreed to Henricks’s demand as her second promise to him saying, “You have your 15 minutes. Afterward, I will personally hunt you for putting me in this position. For using my good intentions against me and my family.”

“I would not have if I wasn’t desperate,” Henricks said, while mentally using his grimoire to notify Uri’s handler that the 15 minutes countdown begins now.

“Shut up, you don’t get to play the victim here.”

Field Marshal Heatsend’s eyes turned bloodshot as she watched Uri’s body suddenly appear next to her husband and destroy the array core, sending her husband into a coma. Then she could not hold her calm as she watched her beloved granddaughter being knocked out and kidnapped while her sister-in-law and niece were under attack but she still managed to suppress her rampant emotions and keep them in check not letting them violate the word she had given to Henricks.

“No harm will befall your granddaughter and I will personally bring her safely to you, I give you my word.”