''W-what do you mean by he's his accomplice?'' Zephyr's face paled, his eyes twitching in apprehension.
If what Jerouch meant was true, then…
His eyes met Jerouch's, both exchanging a knowing look.
Both of them knew the implication of what this meant, and that made thing even more dire.
They continued walking together with the crowd, but their minds had drifted off in deep thought.
Ernst who hadn't figured anything off les the group, taking a few turns here and there, before they finally got to the front of an old door.
They were at the extreme of the royal guild already, and the only thing in everyone's view were withered grass, and the pale wall that towered into sky.
The more they approached the door, the more Jerouch's heart tightened, as the sense of foreboding gripped his tighter.
Yet as they walked closer, another part of himself became agitated.
