"You have a way?" Aldrian's eyebrows lifted slightly at the suggestion. "You're not just talking nonsense, are you?"
Because of that voice, he had stabbed Seira, and to this day, he still regretted it deeply. So it was hard for him to trust it.
"I'm not lying. Your obsession with that woman has been bothering me. So we should settle this as soon as possible."
Maybe because he had reached a dead end and didn't know what else to do, Aldrian gritted his teeth and agreed.
"Alright, I'll trust you. But if you fail, don't expect me to listen to your nonsense again."
The voice didn't respond. But if it had a physical form, it would surely be wearing a mocking smile.
…
Nolan strolled leisurely through the palace grounds as the maid guided him toward an area he had never seen before.
It was most likely a courtyard reserved for princes and princesses.
Soon, they stopped in front of a door, and the maid turned to him.
"Prince Karakh is inside, Your Highness. You may go right in."
