[Event] [Elven Utopian War] [73] Meeting Master

After leaving Alvara's room, I closed the door behind me

"..."

My gaze dropped to Lykhor's limp body sprawled across the ground, his face still contorted in a grimace even in unconsciousness.

If only I could kill this bastard…

The thought flickered through my mind once more. My fingers twitched at the idea, but I couldn't act on it—not now. Those guards had seen him walk in earlier. If I killed him, they'd ask questions.

Of course, I could kill the guards too. That would solve the immediate problem. But when the next shift arrived and found the mess, the whole thing would unravel. No, I couldn't afford to draw attention.

First things first: Bryelle. I had to find her.

Lykhor must have used her as leverage to threaten Alvara. That's the only way this piece of scum could have backed her into a corner. If he had any intelligence—which I grudgingly admitted he might—he'd keep Bryelle close.