Although the halo of light from the oil lamp was snuffed out, the bedroom remained strangely illuminated.
Moonlight crept in from the window and bathed the carpet.
Vanderman was sitting on a chair, quietly, with a rather perplexed expression on his face.
"The royal family still has us and the three major departments! It’s impossible for us to lose!" He murmured.
At some corner of in a forest far away from the manor lied a person dressed in black. He was none other than Tonci.
He turned his head around and looked at the Trejons’ manor.
"You and I have done our duties, Vanderman."
"Have we failed?" Another black figure slowly crept up alongside him from the dark. "I knew it, that old man had placed his hopes in the royal alliance. His household was in a predicament in the past, but he was blessed by the Kovitan’s eldest prince. He had sworn loyalty to the royal family, to never betray them. To suddenly have that happen would be a miracle."
