“Preparations are complete, Saint.”
—Step. Step.
The waning summer wind brushed against me as I let out a languid breath, eyes fixed on the island ahead.
“Is that the place?”
A remote island.
It was small enough to be called uninhabited.
“You said it’s under the domain of the Viscount of Rubell.”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Viscount Rubell, huh…”
Just like in the novel.
