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chapter-195

“At this point, the main challenge is confining the infected to the camps,” Mina spoke to Induen, staring out over the city of Veden from the castle. “People that catch the disease spread it indefinitely. Some people, when it stops spreading, resume mingling into society. Like this, the outbreaks never really stop.”

“Just use force,” Induen shook his head disapprovingly. “It isn’t so difficult.”

Mina looked to him. “Do you think this tiny county has the manpower to force more than half of its residents into refugee camps or within their own homes? And even then, the last thing we wish is for our military to be infected with this disease. That would only exacerbate the disaster.”

“Who said anything about confining them?” Induen’s blue eyes locked with Mina’s, veritably shining.

“Yes, we can kill anyone that disagrees with us, become the rulers of corpses. It’ll be harder to get them to tend the fields that way, I’m sure, but at least we’ll have gotten what we wanted,” Mina challenged him.

Induen’s jaw clenched as he stared at Mina, eyes narrowing with anger. Then, one corner of his mouth split open, and he started laughing dryly.

“You’ve a lot of bravery for one so small,” he noted as his laughter trailed off. “I’ve killed for less.”

Mina stared back at him, not flinching at all. Then, she nodded. “We established this already. You want to kill people for getting sick.”

Even Induen was flabbergasted by her boldness. He only laughed once more, then turned back to the city, watching out. He could not be both amused and angry, and he was more amused than anything.

“Fine. Fine…” he conceded, crossing his arms and leaning against one of the keep’s pillars. “People that resume their tasks despite their sickness—it’s a selfish act, so they’re selfish people. Give them incentive to stay inside, they’ll fall in line. Greed is an easy, base emotion to satisfy.”

“You mean… pay them? Veden is not… exactly…”

Induen considered for half a second, then said, “Promise exemptions from taxes. It’s not an immediate boon, but the promise alone will convince many to obey. You don’t even need to uphold the promise,” he looked to her.

Mina nodded, eyes distant as she considered his idea. “No… no, it’s a good idea. Exemptions will be sorely needed after the devastation from the plague, anyway.”

“It’s the promise that matters—promises enough to get them to do what you want.”

Mina walked over to her desk, then retrieved quill and paper. “Nikoletta told me something, once. Even if you view people as tools, well-maintained tools perform a task all the better.”

Induen bit his lip, a bit displeased at the mention of Nikoletta. He stepped towards Mina, arguing, “If people know there are consequences, they’ll work hard.”

“They’ll only work as hard as they need to avoid consequences,” Mina quickly rebutted. “If people love their ruler, they’ll do what they need to and more. People crave to rise, and as they do so, they’ll bring you up with them. All they need is opportunity and reward.”

Induen stared down at her, but she turned to the document in front of her and began writing in it diligently. The prince opened his mouth once more, but someone entered the door. Induen turned his head back, spotting one of his knights. He strode forward and pushed the man on his chest.

“You don’t knock?” he said coldly.

“An urgent matter, prince,” the knight knelt. “Forgive me.”

Induen stared down at the kneeling knight, then cast a glance back to Mina. Almost bitterly, he said, “Speak, then. Stop wasting time.”

“Prince Magnus is dead, my prince,” the knight relayed, bowing all the lower. “Forgive me.”

Induen took a deep breath of surprise. “What? That wandering fool?”

“He was murdered, my prince, in the wetlands to the northwest.”

Induen frowned. “Where Orion is?” He heard Mina set her quill down behind him, paying closer attention.

“Yes, my prince,” the knight confirmed.

“Any more details?” Induen inquired, the only genuine emotion on his tone that of perplexment.

“The news is only just now being spread, my prince, forgive me.”

Induen scratched the bottom of his clean-shaven chin, turning away and walking about in thought.

“Mina. Do you think you can handle things? I should probably return to Dirracha.”

Mina blinked quickly, then looked to the papers before her. “It is… I mean, I see no reason why…”

“Then I’ll go,” Induen interrupted in her, his interest lost once he heard her bumbling. He stepped away, heading for the door.

“You’ll leave as soon as things get challenging?” she called out, almost urgently.

Induen paused at the door, then turned around. His eyes were frowning, but his mouth was widened in a grin. “What did you say?”

She blinked quickly, obviously flustered, but she kept her yellow eyes fixed firmly on the prince nonetheless. “I think you heard me,” she said.

“You think this is challenging?” he questioned coldly.

“One of the options you always use is off the table,” Mina said, her voice steady. “If that isn’t a challenge, what is?”

Induen started laughing once more, placing one gauntleted hand to hide his mouth. “You seem determined to face repercussions of some sort. I wonder why that might be?” He stepped right up to his desk, and the two of them endured a long, tacit staring contest.

The prince turned back to the knight. “Send word to Dirracha I’ll be preoccupied with something for a time.”