Chapter 117 Royal Knights
After they finished changing, everyone returned to the border patrol office, leaving the remaining teams behind to clean up and monitor the route. They needed to discuss the incident as part of the official investigation. Each person had to file a report detailing how many rogues appeared, how the attack started, the pattern of the assault, and other key observations.
It was only then that Addison learned the number of rogue attacks on the Royal Capital had significantly increased over the past few weeks. She also found out why Lance always looked so sleepy—it was because he had been taking night shifts, standing guard when most enemies were likely to sneak in under the cover of darkness.
"The rogue attacks are getting more frequent lately. Do you think it’s because the Alpha King’s birthday celebration is coming up and they want to stir up trouble?" Anna asked with a huff, dropping heavily into a seat.
"I don’t think that’s the reason," replied Alvin, the same man who had teased Addison earlier. "Even before the Alpha King’s birthday was announced, the rogues were already acting suspicious. My cousin told me this isn’t an isolated case. Apparently, the Midnight River Pack has also been under frequent attack."
"They’ve already requested help from the Royal Court, but since the Royal Capital’s manpower has been stretched thin due to the natural disasters in other regions, the Palace hasn’t been able to send anyone to investigate yet."
"Do you think the two incidents are connected?" Anna asked.
At her words, Addison felt her stomach lurch. She was an insider, after all, and she knew exactly what they were talking about. It was true that rogue attacks in the Midnight River Pack had become increasingly frequent. Whether it was a coincidence or part of something bigger, she still wasn’t sure.
"Since when did the rogue attacks start becoming frequent here?" Addison asked, her tone calm but curious.
Only then did Alvin realize they were casually discussing sensitive matters in front of the Alpha King’s new personal assistant—someone who might know more than she let on. Worse, they were technically gossiping during working hours. Caught off guard, Alvin quickly cleared his throat and straightened up, suddenly more cautious with his words.