Marakim was relieved. If he were to bring the body back, then it was going to be enough. But what's concerning was that he was being sent out by warriors from the palace. This was probably due to the Lord not trusting guardians anymore. And when Marakim left, the one armed man walked over to the Lord.
"There we have it. Marakim also sides with him."
The Lord agreed as he nodded. He did sense it in that regard, but he was able to confirm it when he saw what Marakim just did.
"And from what we can see, Marakim will not act according to our plan."
"No, he has to."
The man became confused. The Lord then took out a key and opened the safe under his desk. Inside, there was a small wooden box that was warm. And when the Lord opened it, there was a blood and small insect-like thing squirming inside.
"What is that?"
"It is a reactant."
"Reactant? Oh you mean"