Felix began shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing across the bustling port.

“Everyone! We’ve found His Grace, the Marquis Consort! Over here, quickly!”

He whistled sharply and hollered, calling his comrades. The crowd’s attention instantly shifted towards them. Soon, dozens of men dressed in black, adorned with the insignia of House Deynox, swarmed around Valentin. The attention of the onlookers was entirely focused on them.

“We’ve found His Grace!”

“Your Grace!”

“Are you safe?!”

The soldiers of House Deynox surrounded Valentin. Felix, in the center, began shouting with exaggerated theatrical movements.

“Oh no!!!”

His sudden wailing, …