Several Weeks Later
Inside a quiet apartment, far from the chaos of the slums and the crowded city streets, Alea sat stiffly on a large sofa. The room was spacious and clean, but the atmosphere inside was heavy—thick with frustration and tension.
Her subordinates stood around her in a loose circle, none of them daring to sit.
Alea pressed her fingers against her forehead and let out a long, irritated sigh.
"Ugh… It's been more than a month now," she muttered.
"And we still haven't found Indigo. His Excellency is going to be furious about this…"
Her voice was calm, but the annoyance beneath it was unmistakable.
She lifted her head and glanced at her subordinates, her sharp silver eyes sweeping over them one by one.
"Did any of you find a new clue?" she asked.
The group visibly stiffened.
Slowly, almost fearfully, they shook their heads.
"No, Lady Alea…" one of them answered.
"There hasn't been any new information since the last lead we found…"
