Later that night, Meltor’s commanders, Theo, Orta, Vince, and Bors, were escorted through the hallways of the palace by knights. They didn’t seem to be going to the public areas like the throne room, but their guesses were soon proven correct as shadows lengthened with every step.

“I’m sorry for making you come so late at night.” Sure enough, the haggard looking Elsid was waiting for them in a secret room.

He wasn’t alone. All the king’s closest associates, from Marquis Piris to Baek Jongmyung who had become the marquis of Atron, were present. They were the leaders of Soldun Kingdom’s next generation. It was far too impressive a gathering for empty flattery or gifts.

If so, is there another reason?’

Theo’s brow furrowed. If all the leaders were gathered, this meant this was far more than simply expressing gratitude to Meltor. Everything seemed normal, so it was difficult to infer any more. There weren’t enough clues to come to a conclusion yet.

What did Elsid call them to talk about exactly?

Four pairs of eyes landed on Elsid, and he raised his right hand like he had been waiting for this moment. One of the knights standing behind him disappeared into a secret passage.

Elsid spoke calmly, “The full story will...