Kieran's words instilled tension in the air among all members of the hunter group that is abruptly silenced by his utterance. Some seemed to believe, while others looked horrified. However, Julian still harbored doubts."Out of the myriad cities in the land of Varidianth," Julian said skeptically, "Why have they chosen to attack the city of Rainvale?"Kieran nervously moistened his lips. "Actually, I was merely speculating," he confessed. "I've heard from a source that malevolent magic must be performed counterclockwise. Therefore, after assaulting Umbravale, the southern kingdom of Varidiant, I believe their next target will be the eastern part of Varidianth."The revelation briefly left Julian fell silent. He grazed his chin with the back of his hand, seemed contemplating the given information. "So," Julian started, his voice suddenly became hoarse, "you believe that they will select Rainvale here due to its largest population compared to other cities in the eastern kingdom of Varidi
When Grand Duke Elios Silverlake returned to the manor, Lana had just finished cleaning one room. She was quite slow because she had to first find cleaning equipment, and believe it, it was a painful moment as all the cleaning tools in Nyxshade Manor were strange and resembled robots! Lana had no idea how to use them at all. So, she had to clean the room with a cloth. After this, Lana really wanted to swear never to follow her young master again. But she knew it was impossible for a loyal servant like her."Good job, Lana," Master Elios said, placing a food package on the table. It made Lana wonder when was the last time he had a meal that wasn't prepared by the Silverlake family chefs? It must have been a very long time because she couldn't remember. The Grand Duke went straight to the bed and lay face down on it."Thank you, Your Grace," Lana said. "I'll go clean the next room."Master Elios immediately lifted his head and looked at Lana with a surprised expression. "What do you mea
On the grand balcony of the Sablecrest Manor, Dravon boredly observed the knights of the Sablecrest family practicing. From up here, they all seemed strong and well-trained, but that wasn't what Dravon sought in his plan. He needed the ability to blend in and not stand out, allowing him to infiltrate Rainvale easily while remaining protected."Prince Dravon," a servant suddenly entered the balcony. It seemed the man struggled to find Dravon as he often moved in his leisure time."Has Kieran Nyxshade been found?" Dravon inquired, taking a slow sip of his coffee. He never instructed palace servants to do anything other than inform him of the latest news on the Nyxshade search. Therefore, this servant must have come to deliver such news."Not yet, Your Highness," the servant replied with a neutral expression. "But I've heard other rumors."Dravon took another sip of his coffee. "It better be good news," he murmured. Somehow, the coffee didn't have much effect on his drowsiness. Perhaps D
That night, Dravon was filled with fear. He ran through the dark night like a demon pursued him. Why would the orphanage do such a thing to him? Dravon felt a real pain in his shoulders.He remembered running so far, desperately, until his pursuers were no longer visible or audible. Yet, Dravon found himself trapped in the residence of nobility.Lightning suddenly struck, and a cold wind chilled Dravon's shivering body. Nervously, he approached the manor gate and was about to press the doorbell. However, he witnessed an unsettling scene he shouldn't have seen— a father slapping his son so hard. Even though the son retaliated with furious screams, Dravon trembled instantly. He stepped back until his back hit the wall behind him. In an instant, everything he had ever experienced resurfaced.Unconsciously, Dravon crouched down, hiding his face between his arms. Whispering prayers, uttering mantras. Anything that could save him from all of this.***"Dravon!"Dravon opened his eyes in sur
A few hours before the incident."Dravon!"Dravon could hear Will calling him, but he quickened his pace along the palace corridors. Soon, he turned and ascended the stairs. Behind him, he could hear the sound of Will's footsteps climbing each step. Much faster than his own. "You didn't watch the trial proceedings until the end," added Will. Dravon's friend didn't even pant as he successfully caught up and walked side by side with him."Why did you follow me, Will?" Dravon protested irritably. Spotting a maid cleaning the glass of a room, Dravon quickly approached her."Please prepare a room for guest with two single beds," Dravon whispered almost inaudibly to Will."I will do it immediately, Your Highness," the maid nodded and promptly went to a place unknown to Dravon.While waiting, Dravon decided to lean against the railing, observing the palace garden's flowers from a height. Dewdrops dripped from the roof onto the back of his hand."Why did you ask the servant to prepare a gues
Kieran woke up to the sound of the car door being opened and closed. He opened his eyes, observing the illuminated garage door by the car's light. A house cat with a collar equipped with a tracker suddenly leaped onto the car hood, licking one of his front paws. Groggily, he glanced to the back seat to find Lunabelle, who had just awakened as well. It was then that the sound of the trunk being opened reached his ears, and Kieran saw Julian pulling out his large and heavy suitcase."Wait, I can handle it myself," Kieran said, unfastening his seatbelt. Hurriedly, he exited the car, but Julian had already lifted the suitcase onto the porch of the house."Welcome to my home," Julian said after placing the suitcase in front of the door. He blew his bangs and then took out the garage keys from his pocket. For a moment, Kieran observed Julian's house and the surrounding yard—a cozy two-story home with neatly trimmed grass. Many other houses dotted the neighborhood, creating a serene atmosphe
Unlike Princess Silvanna Silverlake's funeral, Princess Crown Emmeline Purplesong's funeral was held officially and extravagantly in the royal family's private cemetery, right on a plot of land slightly on the edge. The funeral was now bustling with the arrangement of formal ceremonies attended by several dignitaries from neighboring countries (excluding the Varidianth kingdom, which refused to attend), all the nobility in the Valorthorn kingdom, and media from various nations with their noisy cameras occasionally flashing dazzling lights.Dravon sat among the three thrones provided for the Nightcrown family, right beside the king. On the other side of the king, a vacant seat remained as Prince Vikrant was reportedly too grief-stricken over his fiancée's death. However, Dravon was willing to bet the man was merely sipping wine in the palace study, then complaining about a drop staining his white shirt.In the front row of mourners, Dravon observed William Zephyr sitting with his paren
"Will, can we talk?"After that self-deprecating sentence escaped his lips, Dravon closed his eyes. He moved away from Will's room door and leaned his back against the wall. Unconsciously, his soaked clothes from the rain had already dampened the thick carpet on the wall. "Your Highness..." A maid approached him with a concerned expression. Dravon glanced at the young girl and realized she held a neatly folded white towel in her hands. Wearily, Dravon accepted the towel immediately, though he didn't use it right away."Thank you," Dravon said to the young maid. She still stood patiently in the corridor of Duke Zephyr's manor, and it seemed the maid had no intention of leaving due to Dravon's stubborn attitude."Your Highness," the maid touched Dravon's wet shoulder. "Please understand that Master Will is grieving. He doesn't wish to see anyone today, including us servants.""If you're dismissing me, I don't care," Dravon replied heartlessly. He closed his weary eyes. "I want to witne