The dead of night.
A time when even the moonlight seemed colder, and the insects had long since hidden themselves.
Theo stood by the open window, gazing into the darkness outside.
“They’re certainly thorough.”
Though the pitch-black night masked all visibility, the presence of subtle movements betrayed the watchers. Even if someone masked their footsteps, their faint traces of aura were unavoidable.
If it had been just one person, it might have been difficult to notice, but with so many spies scattered about, Theo could sense them clearly.
“Do they think I’m a walking bomb?”
- "Indeed, even a duke must observe the protocols between sovereign and subject."
- "Is this arrogance inherited from Kyle? What else can one expect from northern savages?"
- "That man, Kyle, was insufferably haughty in his day as well."
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