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chapter-229

“We have to make this look real,” Argrave told Anneliese. This was many days earlier, back when they were still at the Tower of the Gray Owl. “Part of being deceitful, as these Magisters are, is expecting the same from just about everybody. Vera and Hegazar will both be looking for a ruse from the other. They’re enemies—the paranoia will already be up and running. The acting is pivotal. What’s more, you have to squeeze Vera hard, like you’re actually on the fringe and looking to be recruited.”

Anneliese nodded, rotating an empty bowl on the table with her hands as she listened. “What is the plan if one of them, or either of them, suspect a scheme?”

Argrave looked to the side, then leaned back in his chair. “I expect they’ll go along with it regardless. They’ll just have a plan prepared at the end of things to ruin our day. If Vera suspects, she’ll assume this is Hegazar’s ruse. If Hegazar suspects, the opposite is true. If both suspect the other… they’re too mired in hatred to even consider the other innocent, and the whole point of this is to stop them from uniting against us.”

The bowl stopped rotating when Anneliese ceased fiddling with it. “You said Vera is spiteful. If she suspects… there could be danger.”

“With Hegazar on my side? She’d take no chances of escalation. These two are both S-rank mages, and in unfamiliar territory—neither want a fight. They’d gladly kill each other, but only if there was no risk involved.” Argrave leaned forward. “No way in hell I’d ask this of you if I thought you’d be in danger. As things stand, things are more dangerous if we don’t do it. These two can and will cooperate against us for the sake of their own greed. They’d have no qualms capturing and torturing us for information.”

Anneliese stared at the bowl, and then her amber eyes turned to him resolutely. “I see. I will follow your judgement, then.”

Argrave smiled. “Glad that’s the case. Any improvements to suggest, thoughts?”

“I think…” Anneliese put her hand to her chin. “I think I am better at fooling people than I once was. Even still, I am not at all confident in doing this flawlessly.”

Argrave put his arm up on the chair he sat at, thinking. “Beyond what we already discussed… if you want some advice, a lot of lying is being honest. It’s easier to tell a lie if you can think, ‘this is technically true.’ A little trick of the mind.”

Anneliese tilted her head, fixing her white hair back into place when it fell over her eyes. “You have a proposal?”

“Couples therapy,” Argrave spread his arms out. “In a sense, at least. If you have any grievances… things you dislike about me, things you disliked me doing, you bring them up right then. Bring that repressed anger and frustration to the surface. I can understand if it might be—”

“I believe I can do that,” Anneliese interrupted. “That is very good advice.”

Argrave narrowed his eyes, then cleared his throat and moved on. “Alright then. If you think Vera is buying it, undo the braid on your hair. Between that and Galamon…”

Both of their eyes moved to the other person in the room. Galamon sat there, his arms crossed. His stern face was markedly sterner than usual.

“Really, Galamon. This’ll be a big help,” Argrave assured. “Unparalleled.”

“Hmm,” he grunted simply.

Argrave looked to the ground, clearly uncomfortable. In the corner, Durran threw some raisins into his mouth, looking at Galamon with an incredulous pity.