’Nice move. A surprise visit will make it harder for Jadon and Keyla to send you away, while requesting an audience instead of demanding it shows that you are not pulling rank on them and are here as a friend.’ Solus said.
’Thanks.’ Lith replied. ’And just a few years ago, you’d have scolded me for being a manipulative jerk.’
’Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time for that.’ She grunted.
"Count Lark welcomes you, Magus Verhen." The captain said after listening to the whispered answer of the still-panting soldier. "He apologizes for making you wait for a few minutes, but there is important business that he must conclude before he can receive you."
"Tell the Count he has nothing to apologize for. I’m at fault for showing up to his doorstep unannounced." Lith’s fake contrition seemed so genuine that the soldiers gasped and Solus retched.
"Also, please tell Count Jadon that I’ll wait for him and Countess Keyla in front of the statue of the late Count Lark. I miss Trequill very much, and I’m going to pay him my respects."
The mention of the old Count was enough to make the guards jump to attention. His death was their failure, and none of the survivors of that night would ever forget it.
"It shall be done." The captain gave Lith another salute and ordered another soldier to relay the message. "Allow me to accompany you, Magus Verhen. I’m not much of an honor guard, but it’s the least the Lark Household can do for you."
"It will be my honor." Lith nodded, walking towards the park of the mansion with the captain and two more soldiers marching two steps behind him.
It took them a few minutes to reach the site where Orpal had arranged Lark’s corpse like a scarecrow. To forever delete that image from their minds, his children had built a statue of their father, depicting him while he painted.
Jadon had given instructions to the sculptor so that the statue wore Lark’s old gold-rimmed monocle, but with a metal wire replacing the blue silk string to make sure he wouldn’t lose it ever again.
Lith stared at the serene expression of the statue for a while, reminiscing about his fondest memories with the old Count. From their first meeting during Lutia’s Spring Maiden festival to the test drive of the DoLorean.
It was at that point that the images of the ruin that Orpal had wrought on the Lark Mansion cast a shadow over those happy images. Lith could still smell the burned flesh and see the blood spatters cover the pristine snow.
For a moment, corpses littered the area, and Lark’s dead body replaced the statue as past and present overlapped.
’And this is what makes you a manipulative jerk.’ Solus read his thoughts about how to convince Jadon and Keyla to open up to him and sighed.
’I know, but if I do that, I’ll do it for them.’ Lith replied. ’I’ll do it for Trequill, not because I have something to gain from this.’
’And just a few years ago, you’d have never gotten involved in something like this without a lot of gold lining your pockets.’ Solus said. ’You’ve gotten better, Lith.’
The statue of the old count was maintained regularly, but Lith cleaned it from the snow with water magic and got rid of weeds with darkness magic.
By the time Jadon and Keyla arrived, the statue looked brand new, and the old count seemed to be attempting to capture the tranquil beauty of the park during winter.

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