Chapter 145: Missing from the palace
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Dante, who was engaged in conversation with his grandmother, discussing the guests and the symptoms they experienced after consuming the concoction she brewed, suddenly frowned. Abruptly, he turned to look in a particular direction, intently staring, and the Mother Queen noticed his reaction and inquired,
"What’s the matter?" She shifted her gaze in the direction he was looking.
"Something isn’t right," Dante murmured, and he stepped away from the binoculars. As he proceeded towards the staircase, the Mother Queen’s eyebrows rose in curiosity.
"What do you mean? Do you sense the demon of mischief?!"
"It’s Anastasia. I cannot sense her presence," Dante said before swiftly descending the stairs to look for her. Meanwhile, the Mother Queen’s progress was hindered by her aged body, causing her to follow him at a slow pace. He navigated through the corridors, his gaze turning dark and the golden slits in his eyes appearing as if trying to pick up the heartbeat that he had grown accustomed to. He questioned one of the passing servants, "Do you know where Anastasia is?"
The servant offered a bow without meeting his gaze and answered, "No, Your Highness."
Dante walked directly to Anastasia’s room, only to find it empty and perfectly arranged. He felt his heart begin to pump faster, his senses heightening into a frenzy as he tried to locate her. Just then, Emily caught sight of his worried expression and asked,
"Brother Dante—"
"Have you seen Anastasia? She isn’t in her room, nor can I sense her." Dante gritted his teeth as he scanned his surroundings as if he could perceive every individual behind the walls and beneath the floors, yet Anastasia wasn’t among them.