Chapter 1772

At the crack of dawn, within the grandeur of West Lucozia Castle's central hall, Rufus draped himself in a robe adorned with the sinuous coils of a serpent.

The stoic captain of the royal guard was seated at the epicenter with his left guarded by Jaxon. And on his right stood Albert, a figure more known as the Executioner than by his given name.

The harsh brilliance of overhead lights illuminated Rufus as he meticulously sifted through the abundance of letters strewn across the table.

Each missive held revelations from the covert efforts of the castle's undercover agents.

These written accounts unfolded tales of bloodshed, and the table groaned under the weight of hundreds of letters.

The damning dossier was evidence exposing both the Vern and Linden families, even their shared history of criminal exploits.

As Rufus delved deeper into these missives, concern etched lines on his forehead.

The unveiled misdeeds within his jurisdiction pointed to corrupt officials who had ruthle