The man inside the room was undoubtedly National Preceptor Blois, his gaunt physique being unmistakably recognizable.
As for the identity of the woman, the two men were at a loss.
"Your Highness, looking at those two in the room one is definitely the National Preceptor Blois. But who could that female silhouette belong to? I haven't heard about National Preceptor Blois having a wife. Do you know anything, Your Highness?"
Armando, equally puzzled, responded offhandedly, "How would I know? I'm not him."
"Aren't you two related?"
"Are you asking for a beating?"
"I wouldn't dare. Let's get closer and listen to what they're up to. Who knows, we might catch an interesting show."
With a mischievous grin, Marwan leaped down to the study window, eager not to miss any potential drama.
Armando, with a stern expression, followed suit.
Hiding beneath the study window, they overheard the conversation inside.
