Lucian tried to pull up his sagging shoulders as he walked away from the King's wing, heading towards his own wing in the northern part of the palace.
The mission his father had given him rang in his head as he walked.
"Steal the alliance record from Battaglia without letting anybody know. He mustn't be suspicious of you or this kingdom. So you have to make it thoroughly clean." King Alaric had commanded.
Lucian didn't have any choice but to say he understood even though he didn't know how to achieve this when he needed to kill Battaglia.
And that killing Battaglia part wasn't something his father must know of, at least not yet.
The alliance record was stored somewhere in Battaglia's estate. King Alaric had explained it with the kind of calm that only came from someone who had been quietly furious for a very long time.
The record was essentially Battaglia's insurance policy.
