He left the hall swiftly, slipping past the guards who attempted to follow him with ease.
Before chasing after Remillia, he reached up and activated his earring—a magical artifact he had acquired at an auction for the absurd price of 500 million Glacium.
The moment mana flowed through it, his presence vanished. His body faded from sight, his footsteps erased entirely, allowing him to move like a ghost threading through the hall unnoticed.
He didn't know where she had gone exactly, but instinct tugged him downward. If Remillia was involved in whatever was about to happen—or worse, if she was trying to prevent something—he needed to see it with his own eyes.
As he moved through the corridor, his senses remained on high alert.
Then—
She appeared.
Remillia emerged suddenly at the bottom of the stairs, her expression taut with focus.
