Dawn had barely broken over Meltor, but there were only a few empty seats in the royal conference room in Manavil. The chiefs of each department had solemn expressions, while the elders of the magic towers were barely concealing their forlorn mood.

Two of the Tower Masters were present, but Veronica was nowhere to be seen. Some of the attendees were concerned, others furious, some sad, and more who were simply silent. They expressed it in different ways, but everyone felt a weight on their shoulders.

“Attention.” The atmosphere cooled as the king spoke.

As they bowed their heads, the Tower Masters opened their eyes. Once everyone’s gazes landed on him, Kurt III said, “... I think everyone knows the situation.”

The heavy silence was proof of his words.

“Let me share my view with you before we discuss what measures to take. First of all, who was the culprit? White Tower Master.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Orta took one step forward. Orta was the head of the espionage focused White Tower, and his career was close...