Lyan's thoughts swirled as he pondered the events unfolding around him. With a furrowed brow, he gazed out of the window, his mind filled with concerns about the Duke's ominous intentions.
(But I'm still concerned with what happened in the city before. That Duke... His goal is plainly obvious...) Lyan's thoughts echoed with a note of apprehension.
Despite his unease, Lyan had taken precautions, dispatching shadow servants and acid ant soldiers throughout the city to act as surveillance. He had chosen strategic locations for the shadow servants, mindful of their larger size and the potential for discovery by the city guards.
"The thing left is to prepare for the martial tournament, find more information about the condition inside the capital, and make a decision about whether I would stay here or not, I guess..." Lyan mused aloud, his voice trailing off as he took a sip of the hot milk he held in his hand.
