Butterflies

Chapter 48: Butterflies

In his private study, all he could do was sigh…

Not only his wife didn't give him any attention, but the pressure from her glowing butterflies was one thing in Gabriel's mind…

They seemed to embody Lirian's mana.

Pedro perched on the back of his chair, occasionally letting out sharp, nonsensical squeaks as if to punctuate Gabriel's thoughts.

"Pedro," Gabriel muttered, rubbing his temples, "either say something useful or shut up."

Pedro squeaked louder, hopping closer to Gabriel's shoulder. "Squeak! Bad! Bad!"

Gabriel sighed one more time, leaning back in his chair.

He wandered to the man he had executed earlier—Hendrick. 

The man's family was still in the castle's territory, living in a small estate on the outskirts of the kingdom. 

Gabriel had sent a trusted spy to observe them, needing to know if Hendrick had passed on any information about the North or the strange monsters.