Inside Arlan’s study, he sat in silence while Alex and Imbert stood nearby. The two knights were well aware of Arlan’s personal attachnt to his aide, and now everything had abruptly changed.
Except for these two and a few of Alex’s n, no other knight from Arlan’s troop knew the identity of the woman they had apprehended. They remained unaware that the woman rescued by one of the King’s knights was their own colleague from the past few months.
They waited in a tense atmosphere. Kerry, the third knight who often accompanied Arlan alongside Imbert and Rafal, entered the study. He sensed the gravity of the situation and greeted the Prince quietly, knowing he had likely made an error.
"Kerry," Imbert called out, and his tone was stern. "A few months ago, while we were in Wimark, you were tasked with gathering information about Orian and his family."
"Yes, Captain," Kerry replied, his captain’s authoritative presence weighing heavily on him.
"Did you carry out your assignnt thoroughly?"
As his captain posed the question, Kerry felt a growing sense of unease. "Have... Have I made a mistake, Captain?"
"How did you obtain that information? Who verified it?" Imbert inquired.
"His family mbers themselves. There was a boy who was of age, and a young girl. They identified themselves as Orian’s siblings from his adoptive parents," Kerry explained, casting a glance at his captain and sensing the gravity of the situation. "The boy was nad Luke, and the girl was Rina."
Luke?
The na struck a chord with both Arlan and Imbert. Oriana frequently visited Ahrens to see her brother, Luke. It appeared to be the sa person.
Kerry continued, "That boy works at Ahrens, and Orian visited him there. You’re all aware of that, aren’t you?"
Imbert refrained from comnting on this and instructed, "Do not divulge anything about our discussion here to anyone. You may go."
With a sense of despondency, Kerry left the room, perceiving that his captain was displeased with him, even though the specifics of his mistake remained unspoken and no punishnt was ted out.
"Your Highness, it appears that the boy Luke has deceived our knight. It seems they have orchestrated it quite skillfully."
’Luke?’ Arlan’s eyes narrowed. "Once we return to the capital, find him."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Rafal, who had observed Kerry’s return with a downcast expression, questioned him. "What happened? What did His Highness say?"
Kerry shook his head. "I’m not sure. I believe I made a mistake."
"What kind of mistake?"
"I’m not certain. They didn’t tell ."
In accordance with Imbert’s orders, Kerry refrained from revealing anything to Rafal. Rafal didn’t press for further information, knowing that his betrothed had finally been captured and that Arlan’s life must be in turmoil. All he could do was accept orders and execute them.
Rafal’s thoughts drifted elsewhere, ’Orian is in Wimark. Shouldn’t we ask him to co here to assu his role as His Highness’s personal aide?’
At that mont, Alvera arrived at the Prince’s guest mansion. Everyone bowed to her, and a ssage was relayed to the Prince, who had been anticipating his sister’s visit.
Alvera entered Arlan’s study, where Alex and Imbert paid their respects to her before leaving the siblings alone. Arlan stood and walked to his sister on the other side of the table.
"I would have co to et you..."
"I doubt that would have happened anyti soon," Alvera interjected, leaving him montarily speechless. She continued, "I’ve learned of what transpired. I’ve just co from a eting with Miss Verner. Will you explain to why you did this?"
Arlan remained silent for a mont before responding, "Commander Conor Loyset must have already inford your husband."
She nodded. "He did. I can understand your actions, but this isn’t like you, Arlan. You wouldn’t harm soone without reason. You’re the kind who would bring them to the royal court, prove their guilt, and then administer punishnt. Why the haste to decide a penalty even before a trial in the royal court?"
"The circumstances dictated our actions, and we cannot change them," he replied coldly.
Alvera sighed in the face of his stubbornness. "I hope you won’t punish the girl for her grandfather’s deeds."
"Her fate was sealed long ago, and it cannot be altered."
"That girl is entirely innocent. She is unaware of everything. Can’t you see the difficult life she must have led?"
"My decision remains unchanged," Arlan interrupted her.
"Then you’ll only listen to Father," Alvera sighed in resignation. "She asked to arrange a eting with you."
"There’s no need," Arlan stated coldly. "Tell her to understand her place. It’s already a concession that the traitors are being held in a mansion rather than a prison."
"Arlan..."
"I hope you won’t compel to do sothing I don’t wish to do."
"Are you afraid to face her after what you did to her grandfather?" Alvera’s words took on a mocking tone. "I don’t expect my brother to be a coward."
"It’s not as you think," he retorted.
Arlan was worried that when he t Oriana, his determination might waver. He couldn’t afford to let that happen. He needed to remain resolute and follow through with his decision.
"Then et her. I will send her a ssage with the details," Alvera said before departing, leaving Arlan with a pallid expression.
"Alex," Arlan called for him.
The knight entered, accompanied by Imbert. "Yes, Your Highness."
"Proceed with our plan."
"Yes, Your Highness," Alex nodded, and Imbert remained behind. "Your Highness, any orders for ?"
"Keep an eye on her," Arlan instructed, standing by the window, gazing outside.
"Yes, Your Highness."
After Imbert left, Arlan retrieved sothing from his coat pocket, sothing he had always carried with him—a beautiful jade pendant. He caressed its surface with his thumb and spoke, "Mother, I will ensure that the culprits are punished and that I exact my revenge. I won’t let them go unpunished."
Staring at it for long and rembering his beautiful mother for a while, he put the pendent inside and continued to look ahead with a determination in his eyes.
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