In a dimly lit dungeon, Neonidas walked with heavy steps, whistling with his lips as he waved the key in his hand. Everything had gone perfectly according to his plan so far, and now the only thing left was to avoid the radar of the grand imperial court. Neonidas had spent the last two days creating false evidence, working tirelessly without sleep.
Fortunately, Marquis Alexsaz had connections with other kingdoms, or at least powers outside the empire, as he was managing a major trade city. The letters he obtained were mostly about trade deals and mutual interests, but this was exactly what Neonidas needed.
