At the same time, Zion had no idea that a certain silver-masked man was hunting for the kids even in the capital city, but in his mind, there was already a person who could be responsible for this havoc—the henpecked husband he met in the throne room.
The man seemed gentle, but Zion had seen many gentle-looking people who would destroy everything in the blink of an eye. He just needed evidence to see whether his guess was correct or not. After taking a deep breath, he laid quietly on the cold ground as he tried his best to sleep.
Tomorrow morning, he would figure out the schedule of these soldiers and find a way to escape.
The next day, early morning.
Two elf waiters in a restaurant were wearing their uniforms in the locker room when one of them closed the locker and turned toward another. "I have heard some news."
Another waiter turned to look at his friend and saw a grave expression on the man's face. He frowned and asked, "What happened?"
