The Black Hand

After the Old Eunuch sent off His Majesty and second prince, his gaze turned toward the line of trees where a lone shadow stood. In the twilight, Crow had followed them, awaiting for the second he could appear.

In several lazed steps, the boy came forward.

"What did you see?"

Crow didn't hesitate in relaying the message. That woman wasn't simple. "After she disappeared, I looked for those man servants...."

The coolness in his voice then broke, revealing a sheepishness that showed his age. "It was difficult distinguishing them."

The Old Eunuch had to sigh... The disciple he chose was good. Out of all the candidates he had raised throughout these years, Crow was the most self-sufficient and honest. It was reported several times that when the boy was about to suffer hardships, he was able to right the wrongs he was given without exposing his tail. His ability to adapt was also commendable.