"I say, my lord, those mages who went to Rolannar as spies haven't sent any news back for a long time.
Outside, I have eyes reporting that for some unknown reason, the army of the native king to the south has suffered heavy losses and is likely to withdraw. Could it be... that there's been some major turmoil?" Coyote murmured, nibbling on the poetess's earlobe.
The poetess exhaled softly, leaning back against the robust chest behind her and whispered, "I came here precisely because of this; not just from the east, but Lord Pilireno from the Western Port Embassy has also been killed, and his disciples have completely disappeared.
Coincidentally, a renowned poet's new poem mentions three Selva knights? It bears many similarities and connections to the reports of assassins received from Felcon... The Farolis Family also owns a place called Selva.
I will first visit that village and then set sail for Seryan to investigate what exactly happened in Rolannar."
