Greg suddenly looked far less comfortable.
"As far as the information I've gathered..." He swallowed hard. "It's... S-Silas Cobalt."
Vincent froze. "What?"
"Silas Cobalt, Sir."
Vincent stared at him for several seconds, then repeated almost in disbelief.
"Silas Cobalt?"
Unlike the mention of Madam Beckett, this answer genuinely surprised him.
"Are you sure?" Vincent asked. "Not another one of Anna's allies?"
"Yes, Sir." Greg hesitated before adding, "Do you think they could be working together behind our backs? Trying to prevent your ascension to Grand Viceroy after the Campaign?"
Vincent's jaw tightened. For a moment, he said nothing, his mind already racing through possibilities.
"No..." he finally muttered. "This is too absurd."
He knew Madam Beckett. He also knew Silas Cobalt.
Neither of them was foolish enough to blindly follow the other.
Which only made the situation more confusing.
