[ PRESENT TIME ]
Even though Abel didn't meet Veronika and Ismael when coming to the mainland, Fabian ensured their efforts wouldn't be unmentioned. Of course, Abel had to exert a bit of effort by concealing his presence. But since even with a concealed presence, the natural air he emitted was something Maximus could sense even from a mile away.
How did Maximus not notice him?
Well, that was because of another person's help. London Leviticus.
The side of Abel's lips curled up, wiggling his brows at Maximus. The latter had this sour look plastered on his face, gazing at everyone in the conference, who was looking back at him with a mix of dismay and solemnity.
"Your Majesty," called the marshal one more time. This time, his voice was lower and his tone was colder. "Please. Allow us to do our duty and let this summit start and end in peace."
