- Did not you hear his name? It's Itias Minaos, the daughter of one of the richest and most influential merchants on our planet. They are related to one of the royal families. In my opinion, this girl is just not used to being denied anything, that's all, Mnemésyne explained to me, in a contemptuous tone.

-It's just a whim of a spoiled child, according to you? I am surprise.

- I think.

Itias threw everything that came to hand, shouting against the councilor.

- And if we went to help this poor man? I suggested to my friend.

- Um ... Either, she sighed.

At that moment Linéas entered the room by another door at the bottom of the room.

- But what's going on here? he questioned with severity.

- You're in luck ! Is it to you that I owe my exclusion? I demand to be restored to my position!

- Indeed, it is I who made this decision and I see that I was right, retorted Linéas, looking at the condition of the room.

- Reason? How can you say that? I belong to one of the families whose blood contains the most essence of the gods. I am most suitable to lead this group! I have been working there for years! she shouted.

- I'm afraid I do not think so. Your temper and lack of control are not assets to be a leader. In the same way, the fact that your blood is largely mixed with that of the gods will not change anything to my decision, he affirmed.

- It will not happen like that! In addition, who could replace me?

- Me ! I exclaimed by challenges.

"Perhaps you should not interfere," murmured Mnemésyne.