When the Anomalies Bureau investigated as ordered, its agents found a death record for Professor Mokasi. The cause was listed as a sudden heart attack.
Green gave a cold snort when he saw the report, a dangerous glint in his eyes. This was plainly aimed at him, and the scheme had been carried out with meticulous care. Even the loose end had been eliminated cleanly.
What Green still did not understand was what anyone hoped to gain by sending him this information about the Titan Temple.
Did they think a map and a few dubious documents would make him search for ancient ruins that might not even exist, buried somewhere deep underground?
A thought struck Green. Of course. This alone won't be enough to make me act. They must have something else planned—a threat or an inducement to make me follow these documents and this map, step by step, to the ruins of the Titan Temple.
Having worked that out, Green did not waste time chasing answers. He decided to wait and see what happened next.
Someone had set their sights on him and intended to use him. They were bound to make another move. For now, staying still was better than acting.
So Green lay low and waited to see what they would do.
Sure enough, two days later, Cyrabelle contacted him. She was preparing to grant him Alsa Province as his fief and wanted to know whether he had any objections.
The former Duke of Northwest Province's territory had not been taken back, either. Instead, it had been divided into several pieces. The largest went to Marquis Paul, while Vincent and nobles aligned with the Wilson Family received the smaller ones. The territory remained under Green's control; only the arrangement had changed.
Green calmly said he had no