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.

person who came out to greet them was

"Vivienne, it's you two."

It was Diana.

eyed Diana with surprise, not expecting

This is my father's goddaughter, Vivienne Hawthorn, and her fiancé, Percival Ellington. Vivienne, Dracon Linklater and I were college buddies. We're here visiting Yorick today.

words were loaded

College buddies, especially mentioned.

intended for Diana to forge a bond

apparent that Jasper and Yorick were old

be Percival Ellington. My father

gaze dropped, sensing, perhaps mistakenly,

dictated that Dracon should at least acknowledge her presence, yet

but inwardly sigh at the prospect of yet

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

Percival genuinely respected Yorick and, by extension, treated his family with

time. My father's not

brows furrowed with concern.

the old issues flaring up. He's not been well since a cold he caught a few days back," Dracon replied, leading Percival towards the parlor, never

the doctors say about Yorick's illness?"

"They didn't say much, 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

Percival's distress, she was willing to offer her

Linklater, I have some medical knowledge. If it's okay with you, I'd like to have a look at Yorick. Maybe I can help," Vivienne said, her

hardened as he surveyed her, "You? Specter

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