..... Present......
The doors to the library went open revealing Mr Flynn and Grater as they both looked petrified.
"You may enter." Rarkham's voice echoed throughout the library.
The Butler then directed them to where he was at before disappearing into thin air.
" Greetings my Lord." Both men said unanimously as the fell on their knees.
The taught of being in his presence was frightening. These men were by no means weak, but before Rarkham, they were merely wisps in a hurricane storm, they could be removed with out any resistance. Even if their number was multiplied by a hundred the result would still be the same.
" Grater." Rarkham called while his eyes remained glued to his book as usual.
" Yes my Lord." He replied in a shaky tone, the fear within him glaringly evident.
" I am led to believe, you gave false information to my colleagues." Rarkham said as he flipped a page of the book he was reading.
" No my Lord, I would never do that." Grater said as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His back was already drenched in his own sweat as his breathing became irregular.
" I was not aware of the identity of Mr Azar. I doubt even Winston knew who he truly was." Grater added.
" So how do you intend to compensate me and my colleagues who almost lost their lives. Because, I am very tempted to end your pathetic lives." Rarkham's voice grew stronger as he said the last part.
" Please my Lord, spare us." Flynn joined in begging.
"Pathetic." Rarkham looked at them in disgust as they begged for their lives. Sweat, tears, snot decorated their faces as they casted aside their dignity to beg for their lives.
" Butler."
" My Lord." The Butler responded as he materialized.
" End this disgusting things, they don't deserve death by my hands."
" Yes my Lord." The Butler replied before a frightening killing intent exploded from his body shrouding the entire room.
" Wait my Lord, I believe I have some information you may find valuable." Flynn quickly said causing the Butler to pause.
" I hope it is not a desperate attempt to save your lives or delay your deaths?"
Rarkham asked in a neutral tone.
" Because If it's, you would experience pain beyond what your feeble minds can ever imagine." Rarkham added in a very dangerous tone.
"I assure you my Lord." Flynn said.
" My Lord, please have your butler access the school's recorded footages." Flynn said.
" Pray to your God this is not a waste of time." Rarkham warned.
" Butler."
" Yes my Lord." The butler vanished and in barely twenty seconds he reappeared with an electronic tablet in his hands. His fingers worked liked magic has they moved too fast for Flynn to keep up.
" I'm in." The butler said in his usual monotone voice.
" What do I search for?" The butler asked Flynn.
" Adrian Kane."