Even though Keter had suddenly vanished from the mansion in Eslow’s palace, the rest of the group remained focused on their respective tasks. Anis and Taragon were sparring with knights of Eslow in the training grounds, and Katherine was practicing forming and controlling mana spheres.0

Myle, the group’s spiritual anchor, sat calmly on the terrace in plain sight, seemingly reading a book. His eyes were fixed on the pages, but the quiet, rhythmic shaking of his leg showed that he wasn’t focused on the book at all.0

“Lord Myle?”0

Myle flinched at the unexpected sensation on his shoulder. Katherine, who had touched his shoulder, also jumped in surprise.0

“I’m sorry if I startled you. It’s just that you’ve been shaking your leg so much. I was getting worried.”0

“I was shaking my leg?”0

“You haven’t even turned the page in thirty minutes.”0

“...”0

Myle closed the book with a sigh.0

Katherine could guess what was bothering him.0

“It’s about Maste… about Lord Keter, right?”0

Myle didn’t bother to hide it. There was no point since she had already guessed it.0

“Yes. It’s been two hours since Keter disappeared, and we’ve had no word. It feels like we’re trapped here. It’s frustrating.”0

Of course, the others weren’t completely at ease either. But they had things to focus on, which helped them ignore the unease.0

Myle, on the other hand, bore the responsibility of ensuring the group’s safety, and that meant he had nothing else he could focus on. The lack of information and the absence of any plan both made Myle feel exhausted.0

“Countless nobles are targeting us. We’re safe here in the palace, sure, but Keter? He may not be a known figure, and he’s not the type to be taken down easily. But still… still…”0

Myle trailed off. He suddenly realized why he felt so anxious.0

Am I angry? Or am I just uneasy?0

Keter never once consulted Myle when making decisions. He always acted on his own. As the leader of the group, it was normal for him to feel...0