Chapter 89

Yatran's memories came rushing into his mind.

Several scores of bladed instruments on a wooden table. Yatran walked over and picked up one of them.

-Are you done?

-Yes.

An ornate design carved into the hilt.

Yatran drew the dagger, and the hilt was inscribed with words that were hard to decipher.

-The invitation is well crafted.

This time, he twisted the tip of the hilt gently, and a small compartment appeared, from which he pulled out a sachet of pills.

-Perfect, I made sure to include the pills. Okay.

Yatran's gaze fell to the parchment on the left side of the table.

A list of the nobles invited to the party.

-Now send them to their destination.

Reading it, Yatran's memory ended.

"A dagger is an invitation…"

Using his Shadow alter ego, he freed himself from the handcuffs, cupped his wrists, and slid down the worktable.

A slumped Yatran on the floor