The sky gradually grew darker.
As the full moon hung high overhead, the late-night hour when everyone fell asleep quietly arrived as well.
Although the Imperial Capital was unusually lively tonight, with officials and Knights constantly hurrying out of the Imperial Palace as though some earth-shattering event had alarmed them, Harvis's surroundings remained tranquil—one could even call them desolate.
"After all, those people outside won't allow anyone to visit a prince suspected of treason."
Harvis stood by the window, looking at the layers of Knights guarding the outside of his bedchamber, his face full of self-mockery.
On closer inspection, although Harvis looked perfectly normal and did not seem to have suffered any mistreatment, he wore a pair of handcuffs on his hands.
The cuffs clasped Harvis's wrists separately, without the usual chain connecting them, allowing his hands to move freely.
Yet intricate magical runes upon the cuffs flickered with light from time to time.
They were clearly a pair of Magic Handcuffs.
Restrained by those Magic Handcuffs, Harvis felt the magic within him being thoroughly suppressed and could not help but sigh.
"With my current state, there's no way I can escape this place, is there?"
Even if he could escape this place, he would still be unable to flee the Imperial Palace, which was guarded by barriers and a heavily armed force.
Thus, Harvis's freedom was no longer something that existed.
"What an irony."
The Empire's most favored prince, the man everyone saw as the next heir to the throne, had fallen to such a state. It truly was ironic.
But—
"Feeling sorry for yourself doesn't suit your style, Your Highness."
A voice suddenly sounded from behind Harvis and entered his ears, making his entire body jolt as he swiftly turned around.
The next second, Harvis saw a hooded