"Huh?" Rafine froze in shock. "Are you sure? Prime Minister Roswell is the mastermind?"
Nolan nodded. "That's right. It's a seventy percent probability, but I'm certain of it."
If anyone knew about the journey, it was Roswell.
After all, he was his father's right-hand man. It made sense that he knew about it.
What's more, his intelligence network was not to be underestimated.
It was no exaggeration to say that across the entire empire, there was hardly a place beyond his reach.
"Hmmm…" Rafine fell silent in thought.
At first, she thought Nolan was joking, but it turned out he wasn't. He was serious.
"So, how are we going to resolve this issue?" Rafine asked. "We have to get there by tonight, don't we?"
Nolan smiled faintly.
"Don't worry. Just leave this matter to me."
As Eira rested her head on his thigh, Nolan gently stroked her hair.
***
Nighttime...
Caw!
The cries of several crows echoed through the silent night.
