Outside the dungeon, the night had already reached the council grounds. It was dark and cold, and the night breeze blew in Kione's direction, causing his already messy hair to dishevel more.
He ran his hand through them once in an attempt to put them back in a neat state before shoving his hands into his trouser pockets.
Walking across the grounds, he made his way inside one of the buildings and finally came to a stop in front of a door. But instead of knocking, he simply opened the door and stepped inside the room.
As usual, the council head sat behind his desk with a parchment in front of him. He placed the quill pen he was holding down close to the parchment.
"You finally made time to see this old man." Hurley looked away from the paper to see Kione already making himself comfortable in his chair. "Are you coming from the dungeon?"
"Yes," he said in a flat tone.
"And how is the case about the witch going? What have you found out?"
