Chapter 133 — Where Is He?
The faint sun rays struck the sky while Lucian strolled near the entrance of the grand mansion. His footsteps were slow, his mind preoccupied with the unsettling events of the past few days.
He had been brooding over the secrets Duke Ramsel had revealed under pressure, forced by Cynthia’s cold determination to keep him captive.
Lucian wasn’t sure whether he felt more angered or horrified at the truths that had surfaced.
"Her parents were murdered by her uncle, the king and queen of Selvarys..." he murmured to himself, the weight of those revelations pressing heavily on his shoulders.
He halted suddenly when a flash of red light streaked across the sky, its radiance so intense it lit up the entire courtyard. He froze, a deep sense of déjà vu washing over him.
"I’ve seen this before..." he whispered, his voice barely audible against the stillness of the morning.
But before he could process the thought, a sharp, searing pain shot through his head. His vision blurred, and his knees buckled beneath him. Darkness crept into his eyes, unable to see anything, leaving his body crumpled on the ground like a lifeless doll.
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The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the marble hallways as Cynthia rushed to the main building.
The frantic whispers of the servants reached her ears before she even saw them.
"Where is His Highness?" she demanded, her voice sharper than intended, though it betrayed the panic coursing through her.