Chapter 133
“Ah, I’ve been apprehended,” Raciel chuckled.
Raciel’s laughter was met with a bewildered gaze from Javillon. His expression instantly conveyed an understanding of the current situation.
“The Saint officer… You… You were the crown prince of Magentano… Raciel Adria…Magentano…?” Javillon’s cheeks quivered, clearly taken aback. Even the corners of his eyes trembled.
Facing Javillon, it felt awkward to witness such a dramatic reaction. It was reminiscent of a cliché morning drama scene, as if he had been abruptly thrust into one.
‘The disguise magic has worn off,’ Raciel thought, his gaze shifting swiftly to his hand. While he had been posing as Officer Rihan, he had grown accustomed to the plump back of his hand, but now it had vanished.
In its place, a fragile and pale, bony hand was visible.
The truth was undeniable.
The impact he had just received from Javillon, a blow that would typically have rendered him unconscious, had been absorbed by the disguise magic.
Similar to bubble wrap shielding a valuable package, it had soaked up the impact, burst, and vanished.