She Who Can't Be Named

On the screen, Noir was walking down a long and dark pathway. For some reason, he seemed to be headed to the underground area of the castle. How did I know it was a castle? Because something like a King was the one who was guiding Noir down the steps with a torch in hand.

A fat man, with a thick red cape and a dazzling jeweled gold crown, walked down while wiping the sweat falling down his face with a white handkerchief. He kept on looking at Noir and opening his mouth, seemingly talking to him like they were close friends.

"..."

This king... I'll definitely report his face to Zeshion later. Maybe he knows something. If not, then he should be able to relay it to King Leonard for identification too.

"Who's there?"

As I was watching Noir keenly, a voice echoed from behind me. I turned around, and there was a woman standing a few meters away.