After a lot of preparation work and dancing around, Davute finally decided that the time was right to open up a dialogue with the patriarch of the Larkinson Clan.
Ves had been waiting for this a long time. He had a strong suspicion that he would enter into an important talk with the future state centered around Davute. His recent tour through his clan's facilities along with the regular reports he received from his advisors strengthened this notion until it had become an absolute certainty in his mind!
He was expecting a visit from Madame Reina Kernsk any minute now. The Black Cats had kept careful track of her movements as she approached one party related to the Larkinson Clan after another.
If he didn't know any better, he would accuse Kernsk and the bigshot behind her of building an increasingly unescapable net around the Larkinson Clan!
It was a dastardly clever diplomatic approach and one that the clan could not easily counter.
After all, there was nothing wrong with stopping by and having a chat with the friends, allies and relatives of the Larkinson Clan.
As the colonial administration entered into secret talks with the Glory Seekers, the Cross Clan and even the Larkinson Family, Ves already started to consider how he should handle his own upcoming meeting with the Davutan officials.
There was no way to downplay his own importance this time. Using his age-old excuse of being 'just' a Journeyman Mech Designer wouldn't fly in the face of overwhelming evidence of his massive accomplishments!
Perhaps the only consolation was that his massive stature afforded him a lot more respect and caution than ever before.
No longer would states like the Bright Republic and the Friday Coalition make a careless decision to squash him as if he was a bug. His clan had grown too strong and his MTA backing became too solid for others to command him like he was their lackey.
Ves had worked hard to earn this kind of status and protection. He knew he still had a long way to go before he truly became impervious to external interests, but he was slowly getting closer with each passing day.
However, before the colonial government invited him for a direct talk, he still had plenty of other matters to concern himself with. One of them was highly personal.
"C'mon, kids, don't run around too much and especially don't raise your voice. The person we are about to meet isn't in a good shape these days, so let's make sure not to add more stress to his life, okay?"
"Okay, papa."
"I'll be good."
"Miaow."
Ves brought his family to another estate that was located a short distance away from the Royal Mansion.
The structure possessed a more subdued appearance, but that did not mean it was any less well-constructed.
After passing through the main entrance and taking the double stairs up the next floor, the group moved through the corridors until they stopped before the double doors at the end.
Melinda Larkinson along with a number of guards were already waiting for their arrival.
"Madame Gloriana." Melinda greeted the woman. "Children. The person inside is eager to meet with you all. Before you go in, let me give you a set of rules that you need to abide by. The last thing we want is to worsen his condition. He already has a few days left to live. Let us make his remaining days as pleasant as possible."
After everyone listened to the rules and confirmed they understood them all, they finally managed to pass through the final doors.
The bedroom was large, but not exaggeratingly so. A few doctors and other medical experts were quietly monitoring their patient, who was currently sitting on a custom chair that was placed before the tall windows.
As the little family walked closer, they gained a better glimpse of the garden below.
Older Larkinsons sat on the garden chairs while dozens of children played in the garden. The sight was highly reminiscent of the Larkinson Estate that had once housed the original family for centuries.
"Come closer." A soft and feeble voice called.
The well-dressed father, mother along with their three children slowly walked forward until they were able to face the old man sitting on the chair.
Though Benjamin's condition had worsened considerably over the last year, he still possessed some of the strength of a highly skilled warrior.
"Hehe… don't be afraid, children. Your great-grandpa won't die if you breathe on me. Now come closer… and give your family a hug."
"Is it okay, mama?" Andraste cautiously asked.
Ves called over a doctor dispatched by the Larkinson Biotech Institute.
"Can he handle the stress?" He quietly asked.
"Mr. Benjamin Larkinson's condition has improved in the last two days, though we cannot say how long that will last. That is also why we have permitted him to accept visitations today. It should be okay as long as you do not induce too much stress."
"Very well."
After a bit of encouragement, Aurelia, Andraste and Marvaine both approached their great-grandfather and hugged him one by one with great care and attention.
The old and tired man sighed and shook his head even as he held little Marvaine on his lap. "Don't bother. Ark has already consulted plenty of doctors and studied me extensively with his own abilities. He has even exchanged a considerable amount of MTA merits to get one of the Association's doctors to perform an examination on me and recommend possible treatments. It turns out that not even life-prolonging treatment can remedy my wounds. The root of my condition does not lie within my body. It is my inner self that is failing." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
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