The Earth After Rebirth

"So essentially, what you've found out is even less than what Kiro found out or got told?" Sekani was in his study, sipping on a golden brown liquid.

He motioned for Wilfred to take a seat. Most of the rich would never do that for hired help but Sekani wasn't like most, he often empathised with how much Wilfred offered to do when he was an old man.

"I'd say, he brought much more information? He neglected to mention the sanctum." He reported back, taking the seat as he was used to it.

"And that is?"

"A group created a long time ago. Its origins dates back to the old world. With what young master Kiro brought with him and what I've found out, I've made an educated conclusion. Not saying..."

"Just get to the point Wilfred," he said a little annoyed by him running around the topic. "Please." He added as an afterthought.

"Well, Sir, since the old world was invaded they surely created a group that resisted the threat. I'm assuming it was this sanctum and the fact that your family still carries Percival's name, I'd say he played a pivotal role in creating it."

"Then where's the sanctum now?"

"A group created to save humanity now corrupted to destroy it." He answered simply taking a sip of his own drink.

"You mean to say, a secret society? Makes so much sense with the divide between the rich and the poor." He got up unconsciously, "someone or people are pulling the strings from behind. Keeping the poor poor."

The thought of this disgusted him to the core. The memory of Blakeson stealing his idea flashed into his mind which flared up his anger even more.

"That bastard. He's a part of that isn't he! Dammit. Is this why Kiro seems to butt heads with him? Did he always know?"

His mind ran to when his son was kidnapped, something stirred up from within him. Sekani did his best to not throw a fit and curse out loud.

Wilfred was sitting on the edge of the chair, ready to calm Sekani were he to throw a fit. He'd been through many rich people in his life, what they all seemed to have in common was the anger that made them want to destroy a room...or the world.

But what happened next made him realised just how different the Waynworth family was.

Sekani sat back down and comfortably laid back on the chair, downing the glass and pouring himself another. The dangers of what rich people were capable of became clearer to him.

He noticed the concerned look on Wilfred's face albeit it quickly vanished, "that's okay Wilfred, you don't need to be worried. I'm not going to do anything insane. At least not to myself or my house."

Wilfred contemplated on telling him any more than he already told him. He'd shown resilience but the bit he was holding close to his chest may prove difficult even for Sekani to digest.
Enjoy new stories from empire

At the same time keeping something of this magnitude from his employer wasn't right — an employer that took them in and treated his granddaughter like his own.

"Uh, Sir, there's more..." He swallowed his words as Sekani turned faster with a vicious look on his face.

Not a lot of things scared Wilfred, he'd seen it all or at least most of it. But he couldn't wrap them around his head, they were genuinely nice people, genuinely. But they could turn into malicious beings in an instant — it defied logic.

He'd only ever seen this on Kiro before, never Sekani.

'Like father like son, eh?'

He didn't say anything and waited intently for Wilfred to explain himself. He didn't show it but this new information scared him, his butler wouldn't save it for last unless it was absolutely important.

"Do you remember when the Blakeson building blew up a couple of months back?"

"I suppose it wasn't much of a mistake as they painted it to be?" Wilfred nodded curtly. "Sanctum business?" Sekani questioned.

"Indeed. And you wouldn't believe who happened to have a meeting that very same weekend? Of course there's no proof but it's too much of a coincidence."

"Ki? That little brat! That's...dangerous. What was he thinking!" He wasn't exactly angry, the tone was a more worried one.

Wilfred didn't need to tell him every single detail in order to understand just what his son was up to.

The butler could talk so freely because he'd already sweeped the house clean of anything that could potentially leak information. He did this at least once a day. It was tiring but he knew better than anyone the importance of information.

"Don't be too harsh on him. Besides, it was your father who pushed him in that direction."

"He did, did he?" He bit his lip harder than he intended, blood trickled from it. "Making trouble for me even beyond the grave, dad." He said more to himself.

Sighing, he could do nothing but forgive him — not because he was his father but because he died fighting for what's right, he died attempting to straighten out their society. That was admirable.

For the first time in a long time he felt a little bit light. He felt that he could breathe, even if it was a little. He'd gotten his closure, he now knew how his father died. It was a comforting sadness.

"Is this all the sanctum does? Is there anything else?"

"Of course there is. The first one was an underground fighting which those brats took care of...so that's why they wanted training." His train of thought completely took a turn.

"Wilfred!"

"Ah yes. The other is a slavery mine, the mineral we use, how do you think it gets to our country? So people are forcibly taken there."

"Mm. Do you have a location?"

"Unfortunately, no. But I can bet on my life that young master Kiro knows."

Sekani nodded. It was perfect, Kiro would be busy with the game and it's problems so he can ask him to trust him with this.

"I know that look," Wilfred started smiling widely. "I can do it, I can train you like I trained those brats!"

Sekani was very confused by how Wilfred could respectfully address Kiro but in the same breath call him a brat.

His proposal brought a smile to his face, it would be a great idea for someone who didn't know how to fight.