Chapter 5: Lucien du Valtes
Roland looked at Remiel strangely and asked, "Take that leaf off your face."
"Why?" Remiel frowned, expressing his clear hesitation on the matter.
If they realize that he’s the Prince who died 900 years ago, only God knows what they would do to him.
"We can’t let unknown suspicious people roam around the city without us having proper knowledge about them," Roland explained the situation in a professional tone, his voice firm and his gaze unwavering.
On one hand, Remiel was happy that his city’s police were at least competent enough, but on the other hand, he was also in peril because of the same.
Remiel hesitated for a second, weighing his options, whether he should just run away, act crazy, or just give up.
Running away was the least viable option with this weak body of his, and acting crazy would just spiral him down in this situation even further, forcing them to use other, physical methods for this.
With him having no power, strength, status, or money, he had no other choice but to comply with his demands.
’Maybe they’d just pass me as someone who looks similar to the Prince.’ He didn’t even bother thinking that they wouldn’t know about Prince Remiel since they were not very far from his mausoleum.
Someone was bound to connect the dots.
He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and slowly removed the leaf covering his face.