Yarin's POV:
After the party, Spil disappeared, and Cynthia and Heller asked where he had gone, but I could only say I didn't know.
Soti in the middle of the night, he returned without a sound. When I woke up in the morning, I stepped on a soft and warm 'blanket' in a daze, startling awake only to find it was him.
"Where did you go last night?" I yawned and asked. "I slept without waiting for you and left the door open."
"I attended the Queen's eting last night," Spil said, sounding slightly tired after an all- nighter.
"A eting? What eting?"
"It was about so secrets."
Spil refused to say more, insisting it was sothing the Queen demanded to keep confidential and that it involved the reputations of others, so he couldn't casually speak about it.
I knew he had this conservative character, so I didn't push.
It was hard to imagine Spil eavesdropping on the rooftop-of course, my mother couldn't explain why she had a 'butler' attending such a secret eting, so he was probably a secret guest that other attendees didn't know about. A wolf lying on the palace roof must have looked majestic, but given the dark and windy night, I hoped no strange rumors spread.
Aunt Carolyn and the Southern Duke would stay longer, and I happily told Spil it was a good opportunity for him to pursue his crush.
However, he seed sowhat indifferent to the idea. Faced with my confusion, he said, "I don't think Ms. Carolyn has the mood for love affairs lately, Yarin. She's encountered so things, and her heart must be unsettled. I shouldn't bother her at this ti."
"So things? What do you an? Is it related to the secret you heard last night?"
But Spil refused to tell and sent away to have breakfast.
"Fine," I didn't insist. "Are you coming with us?"
"I'm not hungry," he said. He seed not to need to eat or drink. I had never seen him eat, but maybe he went out to hunt when he disappeared. Who knows?
Although Spil refused to tell , his reaction precisely confird my speculation. Aunt Carolyn had encountered sothing, and it was related to the secret discussed at the eting last night. The Southern Duke was also present, so I even doubted his involvent.
The news I heard during breakfast further inclined toward the latter.
Cynthia sent away all the servants and asked Heller and mysteriously, "Guess who has moved into the palace as a guest?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Heller imdiately answered, "It must be the Southern Duke. Everyone in the palace knows about it."
Cynthia shook her head, saying, "I wasn't asking about the Southern Duke, besides him, there was another mysterious guest who moved in last night. It was in the old tower. Several werewolf grandmasters were there for quite so ti last night, even Aunt Dorothy was there. I think this guest must have a mysterious and important identity; otherwise, why would so many people be involved in dealing with that old tower?"
She really knew how to pique our curiosity. Heller and I imdiately took the bait, repeatedly asking who it was, but Cynthia only humd and said it was a secret, not telling us.
That little mischief, intentionally playing with us!
After teasing us, she finally spilled the beans, "All right, I won't tease you anymore. But even if I didn't tell you, Mom and Dad will eventually ntion it. Let's just get scared a few hours earlier now."
Cynthia led us to the window, from where we could see the pointed top of the old tower not far away.
"Do you see it? The old tower that has been empty for many years now has a new resident since last night," Cynthia pointed to that top and said. "Do you know the Lycan Pack's estate to the southwest? The new resident is the person who used to be imprisoned there."
Heller and I were startled. Wasn't she referring to Adele?
The insane witch, the secret prisoner, why was she suddenly transferred to the palace?
I thought this might be related to last night's eting; otherwise, it would be too coincidental. Why would Mom suddenly relocate Adele without any reason?
At this mont, Heller said, "Speaking of which, I saw Mom seem to have summoned many people for a eting last night. I saw many people enter her study, but I only saw light clusters representing souls, and I couldn't see who they were."
"Who else could it be?" Cynthia said. "After the party, the ministers and nobles all left directly, so the attendees could only be those living in the palace."
So, it turned out that I was the only one left in the dark last night; Heller and Cynthia had already noticed so clues about the eting.
"If it's related to Adele, perhaps only the Southern Duke..." I murmured. "I heard that the adults had to leave for sothing last afternoon, is it related to this?"
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