Despite all that, Iscarat didn’t resist when Compton put him in a magic prison along with Elysif. Mordred ended up leading me to the train station while Compton woke everyone up. Strangely enough he showed up to the train station alone. He then explained that he couldn’t just leave a bunch of magic prisons laying around so he had them clean them up and meet us back in Warwick. He also quickly scribbled a letter to be delivered to Scott that explained what happened for the most part. Once we were on the train Mordred wouldn’t take her eyes off me. It was actually kind of creepy but I can understand why she was doing it.

“What’s with the sudden hatred for me? Haven’t I told you everything upon being asked and been a good agent?” I asked once the train had set off. Compton who was next to me just sighed and leaned against the window. Probably because he didn’t want to get involved.

“Do you really have to ask? You could very well be the man who killed my father. You can time travel and now that mask is fused to your face.” she said in a lot calmer tone than she had before.

“But it doesn’t mean I did, or will.” I stated.

“I know. Now that I’ve calmed down a bit I can think about this rationally. Although, I have only worked with you a little you have become good friends with Scott which in itself is an achievement. You have also aided us in stopping a few threats which I am grateful for. To be honest you do not seem like the type to betray us. However, my emotions cannot govern what I have witnessed. You are most likely the Masked Man. with that in mind I cannot accept you.” she said calmly but sternly.

“I see, so what now then?”

“You will be held on trial in a way and if you are found guilty then you shall be punished.” she said.

“But I haven’t committed a crime yet!”

“It doesn’t matter. It is mainly to prevent you from commiting the crime in the first place. Despite my emotions, do you know what happened when he died?”

“I do not.”

“My father ruled over all of England and once he fell the country had a small civil war. Someone had exposed that I was his illegitimate child and due to my success on the battlefield, many wanted me to take over. Others wanted my half brother to take over. I saw no reason for me to rule so I conceded and offered my services to him. However, the damage was already done. The people were fighting each other and taking up arms against one another just to have the king they wanted. To fix this Merlin offered to fake my death and in turn allow my brother to take over as king. He agreed and from that point on Merlin and I wandered around slowly creating what is now the Agency.”

“So you wished that that had never happened?”

“Exactly. I would have liked for my father to live but I also never want to feel the pain of watching those who we were supposed to serve slaughter each other for a pointless ideal.” she said.

“I understand.”

“You say that but that mask makes it impossible for me to tell if you are empathetic at all.”

“You’re right. I can barely tell myself. However, I can somewhat understand where you are coming from. I wouldn’t want a bunch of people I care about to kill each other over me.”

“It may come to that.” Compton interrupted.

“What do you mean?” Mordred asked.

“Think about it. Currently we have Elysif Avian, Iscarat put, and Lou Barret in our custody. Other than myself that is all the family that Scott has left. Once he finds out he will most likely become a threat that very few of us can handle.” he said nonchalantly.

“Is that why you sent him a letter?” Mordred said standing up and grabbing him by his collar.

“No, I did it to keep him from doing just that. The less he worries the better.” Compton said as Mordred slowly let go of his collar.

“Well, that isn’t entirely true.” I said.

“What does that mean?” Compton asked.

“Lou, don’t.” Mordred said with an annoyed expression.

“Silva is technically alive.” I said.

“... What?” Compton said shakily before sitting back in his seat.