133 — Where Is He?

The faint sun rays struck the sky while Lucian strolled near the entrance of the grand mansion. His footsteps were slow, his mind preoccupied with the unsettling events of the past few days. 

He had been brooding over the secrets Duke Ramsel had revealed under pressure, forced by Cynthia's cold determination to keep him captive. 

Lucian wasn't sure whether he felt more angered or horrified at the truths that had surfaced.

"Her parents were murdered by her uncle, the king and queen of Selvarys…" he murmured to himself, the weight of those revelations pressing heavily on his shoulders.

He halted suddenly when a flash of red light streaked across the sky, its radiance so intense it lit up the entire courtyard. He froze, a deep sense of déjà vu washing over him.

"I've seen this before…" he whispered, his voice barely audible against the stillness of the morning.