Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1438 - 492: Haleem Missing (Part 2)

"Does this mean that if Haleem isn't located, the commitment made to Rein cannot be kept? Is that the situation?" Trena asked, her brow furrowing.

Since she is currently the sole point of contact for Rein, any complications regarding him fall directly onto her shoulders.

"Precisely, and that is what's causing my migraine. I have already commanded the garrison at Zetaya to dispatch two elite scout units to the ruins to get a handle on the circumstances."

"Therefore, Councilor Trena, I am hoping you can stall for a few days once you reach Antuhoor."

"Just a delay? I can manage that; the capital has already organized a grand welcoming gala and various festivities. However, even with those distractions, I doubt I can push it back more than three days."

"Vice Chairman, what is the plan if there is still no word after those three days?"

"Sigh, let us pray news arrives within that window! If it doesn't, we will be forced to..."

...

Midday arrived.

The integrated fleet of airships made its descent into Antuhoor, the capital of the Federation.

From the deck of the airship, Rein gazed down at the sprawling metropolis, noting how starkly it contrasted with the Imperial City of Tamriel.

The cityscape below featured ancient Gothic spires, but they were surrounded by a multitude of blocky, symmetrical buildings that had clearly been erected within the last decade or so.

In the distance, massive industrial chimneys loomed, discharging thick plumes of dark smoke into the heavens.

It was evident that even here in the heart of the Federation, environmental concerns were ignored in favor of aggressive industrial growth.

With his sharpened vision, Rein could see the chaotic movement of the streets, where traditional four-wheeled carriages shared space with steam-powered locomotives pulling rail cars.

For a fleeting moment, Rein felt as though he were observing 18th-century London.

As the fleet docked, a massive assembly of people was already gathered below to welcome them.

What followed were several days of elaborate ceremonies and receptions.

Rein found the entire affair quite tedious.

However, as he was moving as part of the Empire's official delegation, he maintained his composure to avoid appearing disrespectful.

He also observed that the lovely Councilor Trena was swamped with duties again, likely because she had served as the Federation's representative during the previous visit to the Empire.

Consequently, he refrained from pestering her about the witchcraft matters, choosing instead to wait with patience.

...

Inside a high-security office within the Federation Congress.

"Councilor Trena, we have received confirmation that Haleem's exploration party is completely stranded within that Ancient Goblin Empire ruin."

"Furthermore, we have lost all contact with the two elite units sent in to find them."

"What! Has the crisis escalated to that level?" Trena’s eyes widened in genuine shock.

"Indeed, the site is treacherous and complex. Current data suggests it might actually be the ancient capital of the Goblin Empire."

"The Department of Military Affairs is currently debating whether to deploy the Federation’s Epic-level experts to intervene."

"Alas, the primary problem is that these measures take time, yet Rein’s situation... it will be difficult for you to provide an explanation," Bertrand said with a heavy sigh.

"I grasp the Vice Speaker's meaning. We must ensure Lord Rein doesn't develop a grudge against the Federation because of this," Trena replied, understanding the subtext.

"Exactly, Councilor Trena. We cannot allow Lord Rein to view us as deceitful or unreliable," Bertrand said, nodding toward her.

"If we fail, the rapport we’ve managed to build with this rising star of the Empire will be destroyed before it can even bloom."

He was fully aware of how difficult this task was; despite his high regard for Trena, he knew this was a heavy burden to place on her.

"Regarding Rein, reports from our spies in the Empire confirm he has no blood ties to the Imperial Royal Family. He is a prime candidate for us to try and recruit."

"I understand." Trena nodded, her mind already forming a plan.

...

Later that afternoon.

Rein finally received the invitation he had been anticipating.

It was a request from the beautiful Councilor Trena to join her for dinner at her private residence.

Since it was a formal engagement, Rein decided it was appropriate to dress in his traditional noble finery.

As the sun began to set, a luxurious four-wheeled carriage arrived at the Federation’s National Guest Manor to collect him.

Even though Antuhoor utilized compact steam engines, the noise they produced meant they were mostly used for public transport. The nobility and high society still preferred the quiet elegance of horse-drawn carriages.

Roughly thirty minutes later.

Rein arrived at Trena's home in the carriage she had provided.

Peering through the small carriage window, he saw Trena immediately. She looked stunning in a pale white lace dress, standing in her front garden with a smile, flanked by two young maids.

Rein saw no other guests, and even Rebecca was nowhere to be found.

He realized at once that this was to be a private dinner for just the two of them.

"Lord Rein, I must apologize. I intended to invite you sooner, but the last two days have been consumed by government business. I hope you can forgive the delay."

"Not at all, Councilor Trena; you are being far too modest."

"I brought a small token for you; I hope it pleases you." Rein smiled, handing Trena a small, fist-sized gift box.

"Lord Rein, you truly are a gentleman."

Everyone enjoys receiving gifts, and Trena, who knew she had a difficult favor to ask of Rein, was no exception.