Chapter 48: [Duel]
Kael sat by the window, quietly polishing the sword he’d borrowed from the armory.
Dreamweaver remained sealed away in his spatial ring—a devil’s weapon. The morning light slid in through the drapes, glinting off the blade’s edge.
The door creaked open. Selene stepped in.
She’d come to check on him last night too—worried, quiet, lingering at the threshold longer than necessary. Today, her voice was more composed, though her eyes still held concern.
"That devil... he was really your friend? haa" she asked, carefully.
Kael didn’t even glance up. "I told you, didn’t I?"
She frowned softly. "But... can we trust him?"
Kael gave a small, amused snort. "Of course we can."
He set the blade down, reaching for his tea as she moved closer. A newspaper lay open on the table between them—its headlines already twisting the previous night’s events into something more palatable.
"So they’re calling it an attack on the Duke’s estate," he murmured, scanning the page.
"Not a prison break."