Aether stood beside Ryuji, watching as Marquis engaged in a heated conversation with Kar. The tension in the air was palpable.
"So, what now?" Aether asked, his tone edged with impatience.
"Useless. It's all propaganda," Ryuji muttered, sliding his blade back into its sheath with a sharp gleam. He crossed his arms, then added, "Go get more information. What else? They seem off. Why are the high advisers to the heirs of the throne—the King's closest circle—even here? It's not just because of the war, anyway." He stretched nonchalantly, but his eyes were sharp, tracking every movement.
Marquis turned slightly, catching Ryuji's glance. His expression twisted into a brief hiss before he raised his voice, addressing the sage with dramatic conviction.
