As much as Arthur wanted to get out of the Maze of the Ancients, he wasn’t willing to sacrifice an unborn child for it. Iris sighed and sat down heavily on a summoned chair. She brought a bottle of wine and poured two glasses, sliding one over to Queen Inca. “Sometimes I think my life is hard, but then I meet people who’ve been fucked sideways like you,” she said, downing the entire cup in a single gulp. “Drink up. This is rare stuff. The dwarf who used to make it was assassinated 83 years ago.”Queen Inca took the cup and took a tentative sip, her eyes widening in surprise. “You’re right. This beats almost everything I have.”“Almost everything,” Iris repeated, smiling. “I think it’s high time we break you out of here so you can introduce me to your collection.” “Would that it were so simple,” Queen Inca sighed.Arthur stepped forward. “The way I see it, Inca, your problem is quite simple,” he said, his mind rushing through possibilities. “In essence, it all boils down to the fact that your brother has Ace captured. The moment he’s safe, so is your baby, and Ozco loses all leverage over you.”Queen Inca smirked. “You just summarised my problem, but go on, Arthur. I want to hear what you have to say. You’re the first person I’ve ever met who can throw off my restrictive rune work so easily. Let's hope you haven’t failed to invest in your mental stats.”Arthur ignored the sarcasm. “Do you know where Ace is being kept?”Queen Inca shook her head. “I was locked up the instant Ace was captured. I can guess where he’s being imprisoned, but I have nothing concrete.”“I was hoping that wasn’t the case, but no matter. Whatever happens to him affects you, and the same holds true in reverse, right?”Queen Inca nodded. Arthur grinned. “We have an easy solution then. All we need to do is load you up with some poison. One that wouldn’t look so out of place when it's been inflicted in the Maze of the (...)