Ghislain, donning a mask, confidently strode back into the castle with his knights.

Though they looked like a band of brigands, no one inside the castle paid them any attention. Their outfits were unchanged, and the mask only covered the lower half of their faces, making their identities obvious.

The soldiers and servants, upon spotting them, quickly stepped aside.

“At it again, huh?”

“He’s always consistent, but whether that’s good or bad... who knows.”

“Let’s just pretend we didn’t see anything this time too.”

Thanks to everyone treating them like invisible specters, Ghislain and his knights reached Elena’s room unimpeded.