Inside Edward's room.
"So, is that why you want to go to the king's event?" Litty asked, sitting on Edward's thigh, nibbling on a small piece of biscuit.
"We're after information, and even with what we have, we'll never get close to where the leader of the Golden Owl is," Edward clicked his tongue with a disgusted expression. "It's horrible to say this, but that jerk didn't leave even a crumb behind."
So far, Edward knows almost everything about the Golden Owl itself, but not its leader, who remains a complete enigma, except for one exception, thanks to Amelin's skeleton, one of its appearances, and its most recurring name, Lucas.
"Hmm, well, thinking about it now, both the tournament and the king's event practically beg for some important event to happen," Litty leaned to the side, wiping the crumbs from her mouth.
"Especially since we've confirmed that it can happen even without the Limitless Idiot," Litty said, lying on Edward's thigh.
