Violet light glowed, and Cynthia and Lucian found themselves standing before their destination. Instead of looking ahead, Lucian's gaze lingered on Cynthia, who appeared far calmer than usual. She had barely spoken to him, except when urging him to use teleportation.
"The king ordered the task to be executed as soon as possible. I trust you do not wish to disobey him," she had said.
Faced with her words, Lucian found nothing to counter her statement. Reluctantly, he agreed to her request, which felt more like a command.
His thoughts drifted as he recalled her expression the day before. Though it had seemed troubling, she hadn't spoken to him about it, even when he brought it up during dinner and breakfast. Her silence only deepened his curiosity.
"Your Highness," Cynthia said, glancing at him. "We should move forward. There's smoke rising over there. We might find people who can tell us what's happening."