"Is this the shabby tribe Lex is staying in?"
Rosen sat astride a massive eagle, looking down from the sky at the cluster of stone houses below.
"Yes, my lady," Lani replied respectfully. "According to the sensing technique, he is indeed here."
Rosen's gaze swept over the crude rows of stone dwellings. Her delicate brows knit together in displeasure.
A dignified merfolk emperor—living in a place like this?
"Find his exact location," she ordered coldly.
Dian and Jiro shared the same disdain. How could anyone live in such a place?
Lani activated a secret technique, guiding them toward the stone house where Nina resided.
At that moment, Nina was taking her midday rest. And Lex was in the kitchen, struggling to cook.
The merfolk loathed fire.
It clashed with their very nature.
Yet Lex had seen Nina's mates—and even her suitors—prepare meals for her.
