Percival presented his ID to the guard, who scanned it and did a visible double-take. A newfound respect tinged with puzzlement washed over his face as he looked up at Percival again.

"Deputy Director, please come inside." The guard swung the wrought-iron gate open, watching as Percival strode through.

Vivienne glanced back, slightly taken aback that even the gatekeeper seemed deeply enmeshed with the Vanguard Agency.

And more so, he recognized Percival's rank.

Once inside the estate, it was a further ten-minute drive before Percival parked the car.

Stepping out alongside Percival, Vivienne was met with two individuals approaching, each holding a sleek, black satchel that housed the latest model of detection devices - the one Griffin had invented. These devices had not even hit the market yet, and here, the Linklater security team each had one in hand.

"Apologies, but we'll need to collect all electronic devices, including cell phones and cameras."

Percival nonchalantly tossed his phone, wallet, and even his wristwatch into one of the satchels. Spreading his arms, he allowed the security personnel to sweep their detectors over him.

Vivienne followed suit, her watch joining Percival's belongings in the bag.

After the check, Percival took Vivienne's hand, and, led by one of the guards, they finally entered the main hall of the Linklater estate.

Navigating through the corridors, Vivienne glimpsed a grand staircase leading up to the Linklaters' living quarters.

She sighed silently.

The security measures were nearly as stringent as airport checks, minus the conveyor belt and x-ray machine.

Percival squeezed her hand and whispered, audible only to the two of them, "Yorick's got his rules, but he's nice. No need to worry. Not the boogeyman type." Vivienne chuckled, "Good to hear he's not the boogeyman, or we'd be surrounded by them."

With a shared smile, they continued into the Linklater residence.

who came out to greet them was a

"Vivienne, it's you two."

It was Diana.

Diana with surprise, not

father's goddaughter, Vivienne Hawthorn, and her fiancé, Percival Ellington. Vivienne,

were

College buddies, especially mentioned.

Jasper intended for Diana

also apparent that Jasper and Yorick were

shaking Percival's hand. "You must be Percival Ellington. My father speaks of

dropped, sensing, perhaps mistakenly, that Dracon was

that Dracon should at least acknowledge her presence, yet he bypassed

sigh at the prospect of yet

today, and I apologize for any inconvenience. Is he available?" Percival's tone was polite but

genuinely respected Yorick and, by extension, treated

it's not a good time. My father's not feeling well,"

with concern. "What's wrong with

up. He's not been well since a cold he caught a few days back," Dracon replied, leading Percival towards the

say

but the implication is that my father might be bedridden from here on out. The injuries from his youth are catching up to him." The concern on Percival's face was as palpable as when Richard fell

wanted to get involved, but seeing Percival's distress, she was willing to offer

I have some medical knowledge. If it's okay with you, I'd like to have

"You? Specter Healer? Such a

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