Chapter 231
Sighing, Kael ran a hand through his hair and cast one last glance at the tent before turning away.
There was no point in lingering any longer. He was on a tight leash now, and the mission ahead demanded focus. No matter how deep the questions burned in his mind, this wasn’t the time to chase shadows.
He made his way through the bustling streets and finally reached Gulliver’s Restaurant, a refined and subtly elegant building nestled along a quieter side of the royal district.
Its exterior was lined with dark wooden beams and soft golden lanterns, casting a warm glow over the polished glass windows. Inside, the lighting was mellow and inviting, with smooth music drifting through the air, and the scent of roasted herbs and buttery meat lingering like a soft whisper.
As Kael stepped through the front doors, a well-dressed waiter approached him with a slight bow.
"Are you perhaps Mr. Ael?" the man asked politely.
"Yes," Kael replied with a curious nod.
"They are in private room number five. I was asked to escort you."
Kael gave a small smile and followed the waiter through the restaurant. The polished wooden floor creaked gently beneath their steps. As they passed tables set with elegant porcelain and low-hanging candles, Kael could hear the clink of glasses and soft laughter. Then they stopped before a lacquered door marked with a golden ’5’. The waiter opened it quietly.
Inside, a cozy round table was laden with plates of roasted duck, fresh greens, and goblets of red wine. What surprised Kael wasn’t the food—it was the atmosphere.
Everyone was laughing and talking so casually, like close friends on a retreat. Even Martina—the princess herself—sat relaxed, her silver hair loose over her shoulder, sipping wine and speaking with ease. The cold, commanding presence she exuded earlier was nowhere to be found.