By the time Dean Bruce emerged from the innkeeper's room, the sky had already darkened, and a faint smile played across his lips.
Though he still hadn't uncovered the innkeeper's true identity, the information she provided confirmed one thing—something had gone terribly wrong with the powerful figures meant to protect the imperial capital.
Considering the fact that those individuals were at least at the level of grand archmages, the issue they were facing was certainly significant.
However, as long as he could establish contact with them and resolve their situation, the mysteries surrounding the capital would begin to unravel.
[I'll have to wait for now. When they make their next move, that's when their weaknesses will be exposed.]
Dean Bruce thought with a sigh, returning to his room.
Inside, Apollon Joy was huddled in a corner, watched over like a prisoner. His brother's body remained limp and motionless on the bed, showing no sign of life.
