{Third Person}
By the time the body arrived, the courtyard of the Second Prince's residence had already been cleared.
Zarek stood there when it was brought in. He didn't need any announcement or some sort of explanation. The moment the cloth-covered figure was laid on the ground before him, he already knew.
Still, he didn't speak immediately. His gaze lingered on it for a few seconds longer than necessary, quiet and unreadable, as though he were weighing something in his mind rather than reacting to what he saw.
Then, with a slow exhale, he stepped forward.
One of the guards standing nearby shifted uneasily, but said nothing.
Zarek nudged the body lightly with the tip of his shoe, just enough to confirm what he already understood. Dead.
And returned.
A faint scoff escaped him as he straightened. "So he killed him, sent it back."
His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it—thin, sharp, and unmistakably displeased.
No one dared respond to his statement.
