Chapter 35 #2
“You were misinformed,” Remy said, walking over to his mate and placing his arm around him. “Carson is my Fated Mate and my Mystic Guardian.”
The second guard’s eyes widened. “You have a dog for a mate?” he asked, his voice breaking.
“He’s a wolf shifter!” bellowed Remy. “Apologize immediately!”
The hapless guard watched as Mystia raised her hands and, fearing his fate, dropped to his knees, babbling out an apology.
Glancing at Mystia, Remy asked, “Why was he surprised about who Carson is?”
“Until now,” Mystia explained, “the Mystic Guardian has always been a magic user.”
“Well, I guess the Fates decided to shake things up a bit,” Remy chuckled.
“May I make a suggestion?” asked Mystia.
“By all means,” Remy agreed.
“Because this has never happened before, it might be helpful if Carson either showed these men your mark or removed the magic of one of them to provide the proof the Governing Council needs,” Mystia proposed.
Whipping his head around, Carson looked at his mate, raising his eyebrows.
Beside the fact he didn’t know how to do it yet, doing that wouldn’t punish who was responsible for the issuance of the bad order.
Ultimately, the one to pay such a dreadful price should be the member of the council guilty of doing so. “Babe?” he murmured.
Searching his mate’s face, Remy saw they were of the same mind. Turning to the trembling second guard who was still kneeling, he said, “Stand, your apology has been accepted. Carson, please show these men my mark.”
“As you wish, Keeper.” Scowling at the guards, Carson slowly unbuttoned his shirt and after slipping out of it, turned around, showing the massive angel wings tattooed on his back.
Gasping at the sight of it, the second guard bowed his head, and said, “My deepest apologies, Great Warlock, Keeper of All Magic, Ruler of the Mystic Realm, please excuse our intrusion. I’ll personally report to the Governing Council that they have been misinformed. We will never bother you again.”
“What’s your name?” asked Carson, putting his shirt back on.
“Lieutenant Duncan Steros.”
“Well, lieutenant, also report to the Governing Council the next time they pull a stunt like this, I will regard it as an attack on the Keeper, which will result in my removing more than my shirt, if you get my meaning,” Carson growled. “This is the only warning they will get.”
“Yes, sir,” Steros said.
Then Remy said, “Lieutenant, after you relay that information to the members of the council, give them this order. I want a complete list of names of all low-level magic users who became ‘servants’, the names of their current owners, how long they’ve been classified as such and the type of work they were forced to do.
I also want to know what it would have cost each owner if they’d had to pay for the work done.
In addition, I hereby order the immediate release of every low-level magic user who has not yet been assigned to servitude and forbid the passing and enactment of any new laws from this moment on by the members of the Governing Council. ”
“Yes, Keeper, I shall carry out your orders,” Steros said. “How soon do you desire the information?”
“As soon as possible, but no later than the end of next week,” answered Remy.
“Yes, sir!” said the lieutenant.
“Once the information is ready, you are to bring it to me,” Remy said. “Any questions?”
“No, sir!” he said again, relief in his voice.
“Very well.” Glancing at Mystia, he said, “Go ahead and release the other one, please. Let’s hope he’s learned his lesson.”
Once the guards vanished, Carson said, “What the hell was that all about?”
Reclaiming his seat, Remy said, “Someone didn’t want to wait until we made an appearance.”
“Assholes…they took a big risk by sending those guards,” Carson said.
“No, they didn’t,” replied Mystia. “By using the guards, they found out a lot of information about the next Ruler of the Mystic Realm…which was their objective.”
“But they didn’t know what Remy would do, or for that matter, what I would do,” Carson said.
“No, they didn’t Carsy,” agreed Remy, “But whatever we did would have been done to the guards, who the Council obviously viewed as expendable.”
“Whoever’s behind this is a coward,” Carson growled. “They didn’t sign the order; instead they hid behind the Witches’ Governing Council. I wonder how long that’s been going on? ”
“That’s something else I should probably look into,” murmured Remy, pensively.
Sitting down next to his mate, Carson pulled him into his arms, “It can wait, babe. The most important thing is returning all the indentured magic users to their families.”
“I agree, Carsy. There must be thousands of them, and I don’t want them to be captives a moment longer than necessary.
Getting them compensation will have to be secondary; I have no idea if the laws even allow for that.
If they don’t, new ones will have to be proposed,” Remy said, sighing, suddenly overwhelmed with his new role.
“Don’t worry, babe…one step at a time. Every low-level magic user’s family will be so thankful just to get their children back,” said Carson, rubbing his mate’s back soothingly.
“You’re right,” Remy agreed. “One step at a time will be my new motto, in the meantime, Mystia, do you think I should expect any more visitors?”