Deep within the mansion, where the cells for traitors and soldiers who had committed serious crimes against the city were located, the air was thick with humidity… and the lingering smell of blood.
Adam took a deep breath. That smell no longer made him feel nauseous.
In the deepest cell, he stood with his arms crossed, watching the man tied to the wall.
He kept his expression cold.
The traitor had made a mistake.
A beautiful mistake.
In his desperation, he had tried to sneak back into the room. Adam had planned to wait at least a week before taking action… but luck seemed to be on his side.
The man had acted too quickly.
When he realized who it was, he felt as if the world had stopped for a moment.
That was something he never imagined.
He looked up as the prisoner began to regain consciousness.
"To think that the person closest to my father would be the traitor… don't you agree, Alfred?"
