"Daneel, by the time you receive this message, I will have long left the Kingdom of Lanthanor, and maybe even the continent of Angaria. You know that I am oath-bound to the Church. All I can tell you is that an oath made in hate now dictates my own life. As your Master, let this be my last advice to you: Beware oaths, whether you are taking them or giving them yourself.
This is farewell, my disciple. Although I didn't teach you much personally, know that I always had my eye on you and ensured that you always stayed safe while being able to carry out your plans well. I must say that I feel proud to be the Master of a 16-year old self-made King.
If you want answers, and if you think you are strong enough to demand them, go to the place in Angaria where the Roc pierces the Basilisk's eye, and call for the white-robed augur.
Goodbye."
As the last word lingered in Daneel's ears, he could not help but think back to all the time he had spent with Jonah Castle.
Indeed, the bond they shared was more of an unspoken one. His Master took care of him from the shadows, making sure that his actions wouldn't be noticed by those who would have brought a swift end to him and his plans.
In other words, Daneel could have long failed if it weren't for the existence of this drunkard of a master.
Yet, the man had betrayed him and ruined his plan for the Kingdom.
Although Daneel understood that it was probably because of the oath, the knowledge did nothing to lessen the sting he felt from seeing someone he called his own Master act like so.
In fact, he subconsciously knew that this was possible from the day he had found out about the existence of the link between Jonah and the Church.
It was just that..... seeing it confirmed like so hurt, more than he cared to admit.
Daneel was always the type to try to place himself in the other party's boots in order to figure out their intentions. He knew what had happened to Jonah. If his own loved ones had been brutally killed, what would he have done if he had the same power?
With that much pain, he realized that he would have chosen to torture the culprit for an eternity.
Although he reached logical conclusions like these to explain his Master's actions, the stinging pain still did not go away.
"Am I so emotionally invested in all those around me?"
He asked himself this, but he had no concrete answer.
Alas, this was no time to confront his emotions or wonder about doubts like these. The damage had been done, and he now needed to decide what to do next.
Just as he was about to list in his mind all the options he had, Cassandra's impatient voice sounded across the room, breaking Daneel out of his thoughts.
"Your Majesty, did he say anything about the Big 4?
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