Izaak laid nonchalantly on the recliner while thinking about his earlier interrogation with the man, who served drink to Magnus.
"He wasn't lying. He was in someone's control, but who? Also, Magnus didn't even know he would be attending the masquerade ball with Alora, then how could the enemy know about it?" Izaak's thoughts raced, seeking answers in the shadowy puzzle before him.
Frustrated by the lack of answers, Izaak decided to step outside for some fresh air. As he emerged from the palace, he noticed that the rain had stopped not long ago.
Looking up at the sky, he saw it still shrouded in dark clouds, hinting at the possibility of more rain to come.
"Would His Highness like to go somewhere?" inquired Zerah, his close assistant and attendant.
"Why are you still awake?" Izaak asked, narrowly gazing at him while studying him closely.
