Chapter 606
That man’s not getting any sleep tonight.
Ian hid a faint laugh behind his cup as he watched Fael leave the room.
"I’ve always found it strange, come to think of it," Simon murmured from across the table. "I have never once met Lady Ingrid in person. Her name only ever comes up in social circles. So I was wondering— We’re not finished talking yet, sir. Please wait a little longer."
Simon whipped his head around and snapped at the middle-aged knight who had entered as Fael left. The knight let out a heavy sigh and turned back around.
As soon as the door closed, Simon’s voice started up again. "As I was saying. Could it be that her name is Her Highness the Princess—"
"We’re done with all the talk," Ian cut him off, setting down his cup. He looked at the startled Simon and nodded toward the door. "So you can go now, too, Simon."
"Just like that?! No, but... Okay." Simon, who had protested with wide eyes, bowed his head under Ian’s icy gaze.
He clearly had a mountain of questions left to ask, not only about the Princess but about the Dark Prince as well. Of course, that was precisely why Ian had ordered him out.
"You too, Mukapa," Ian added, ignoring the dawdling Simon and looking toward the opposite wall.
Mukapa rose immediately without a word. Though it was the first time he had heard the detailed story of the Dark Prince, his face was as impassive as ever.
"Well then, I will see you tomorrow, Agent of the Saint," said Mukapa.
His eyes, however, seemed to shimmer strangely as he looked at Ian. It was unlikely to be just from the candlelight. As Ian nodded, Mukapa gestured to Shahin with his eyes and turned to leave.