Queen Era: The Monster I Love - Chapter 134

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CHAPTER 132

A few days later, Jordan had recovered to a large extent and so he decided to try and see if Era and Vidor really were telling the truth about helping him.

It wasn’t like he was putting all of his hope and expectations on them. I mean he had been failed a lot by people so he wasn’t expecting their case to be any different.

His decision to go was to fulfil all righteousness and so he did.

Even though a part of him told him to trust Era, it was Vidor he didn’t trust.

Somehow, the vibe he got from him that day wasn’t so pleasing.

‘Tsk, thank goodness my noise is healing else I would make it and make him pay. He could have just caught me and not made me suffer so much, hmm.’

He picked his shoes and wore them then stood up from the small bed where he had been lying for some days now.

‘Come to think of it. I guess I am really deserving of the beating. I did steal from that lovely lady. I know she is one of the nobles and I should not like her but being near her, she understood my pain and she…’

He shook his head, ridding his mind of such thoughts.

“Staying here and troubling my head so much would not help. I better leave now if I want to get to the palace on time. If they indeed help me then this would be such a change for me and hope to start afresh.”

Looking up at the ceiling, his once-troubled looking, angry face relaxed and he inhaled slowly.

“Mother, father, I want to try again in life. Wish me luck.”

After arranging his bed, he smiled at his work well done and stood proudly. “Sir Edgar, wait for me.”

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In the palace, most of the Lords and ladies did their best to not get involved in any of the problems the royals were facing and so in the meantime, there was peace in the palace with little to no trouble.

On the other hand, Vidor’s pain had reduced greatly thanks to the herbs Era sent him, so he could handle most duties without difficulty but rather than come out as people would expect, he choose to stay in his chambers for most hours of the day.

As for Era she did not know if his illness or injury was that severe or he was trying his best not to show his people he was injured, regardless she did not and to bother with him.

If only she knew her husband was still indoors hoping she would see the severity and pay him a visit. He was just a hopeless romantic acting like a kid.

In the brightly lit room, the King is seen sitting on his bed and resting his body against his headboard with a scroll in his hand.

Standing not so far from his bed was a man in his late forties, one of his ministers who was in charge of landed properties.

“I have checked thoroughly but why is it still showing that the house of Lieutenant Ethan is not in his name?”

“Sire, pardon me but it is late Lieutenant Ethan.”

“Huh, since when did that become a problem?”

“Sire?”

“Answer me this.” He dropped the scroll in his hand and looked up at the man. “What excuse is there for this not to be in his name still, dead or living?”

“Umm, his family came and said in order to ensure the property remains with the boy and he doesn’t fall prey to gamblers and gamble his home away from that the land is in their name.”

“Oh, and you so generously did that without the will and consent of the son of the deceased.”

‘Sire, in my defence. I wasn’t the one in charge of the…”

“Is that an excuse? You weren’t the one in charge of this but all documents are to pass through your table for you to append your signature o it, so that makes you highly responsible. Your seal is equivalent to my seal when it comes to these things yet you did not think to be thorough?!”

His anger was seeping through every corner of his chambers and reaching down to the spine of his minister.

“Can you defend yourself against this?” Vidor half yelled again, shaking the scroll in his hand to further emphasize the matter.

“No, sire. Indeed  have made a grave mistake but all of these were done for the boy’s own good.”

‘His good? Do you call a young teenager roaming the streets day and night and pickpocketing with no roof over his head and anything to leave on, for his own good?”

“Sire, no. He should be taken care of by his family.”

“How so? Did you enforce it in any way? Answer me, did you?! Was there ever a follow up on his life affairs? He is young for crying out loud and the military does not through away the families of our fallen soldiers. No, we fend for them till they are on their own but what did you do?”

“Sire,” he half knelt before Vidor quickly.

It was obvious Vidor was made and he did not know why he chose to dig into the files today and it had to be one that was not in the right order he asked to have a look at.

“My apologies. I admit that I was at fault. It was my own recklessness and carelessness sire. I would look into the matter personally.”

‘Look? You had your chance. I am already looking into it and guess what, his family threw him out of his father’s house and left him with nothing. He came to the army and got shoved away. My kingdom should is not be run this way! I may be called many things but I am not a heartless man. I care for my own!”

If the ground could have opened up for him to enter, the minister would not have hesitated in jumping into it and running away.

His head was aching, his whole body weak somewhat but more than that, he was raging deep within him.

“Gosh, last I recall, I was not having useless figureheads as ministers but now… I would need to fix things myself.”

“Sire, forgive us. Forgive me. I would make sure things are rightly done and properly done afresh and each scroll that would be bearing my signature would be thoroughly checked again and again.”

“Hmm,” Vidor scoffed before eyeing him and turning his gaze away. “Medicine after death.”

“Sire?”

“You know what?” Vidor asked trying to pull the attention back to the matter at hand.

“No sire, I dare not guess what is on your mind. Please, allow this humble servant to know your deep desires and assist in any way I can.”

“Even if you know, what is there you can do? There is little or nothing you can…” An idea clicked in his mind. “Perhaps there is a way. Ensure you go through all past reports and scroll within the last three months and do the needful.”

“Sire.”

“There would be no room for discrepancies and even worse, no failure. For this kid’s own, Jordan.”

“Yes, sire.”

“Ensure his land is retrieved back to him both in his name on papers and the likes necessities oh and make…”

“Go.”

Vidor slapped both hands together in front of his face before smiling cutely but dangerously.

“Sire.”

“What are you still doing here/”

“Oh yes.” He immediately stood to his feet and was ready to dash out when Vidor called him back.

“Secondly, get the documents in this name, kindly do not involve him yet. Every process should be reported to me and secondly, ask the minister in charge of grains and food supply to make adequate preparation to do the needful as stated in the law.”

“Yes, sire.”

“As for the army generals, ask them to report to my chambers within the next three hours.”

“Noted, your grace.”

“Good. You may leave. And oh, know that I have got my eyes on you. There could be no room for failure and anyone who did such would have not just their title stripped but be cast out of the capital.”

“Yes, your majesty. As you wish.”

“Good, you better not fail me. This is your last warning.”

Just as Vidor sat back to relax against his bed headboard, he heard the door close, indicating the departure of the minister.

‘Phew! I hope that scoundrel’s treatment is done or almost done so my mind can be at peace a bit.’ He thought to himself, allowing his head to tilt back so he could relax.

Just then he moved his hand a bit and his fingers grazed the scroll, causing him to open his eyes, pick up the scroll and read through it again.

“Hmm, Era was right, huh. There is a lot that I do not know of.. I might need to conduct a full scale inspection from today onward and fix my kingdom.”