Feleton's Plan

"I feel... regret over what happened to Her Highness the Princess," Xia Fan said, piecing together official diplomatic phrasing. "But the victor became king and the loser bandit. Even if you save her, she likely cannot return to that era of being revered by all people."

"I understand that fact well enough." Feleton quickly calmed down. "Bloodkin live very long lives, and at times that is instead a form of torment. If I die, perhaps no one in this world will remember Your Highness anymore—while she will spend centuries within that cramped palace. The thought alone sends chills down my spine... This is the one thing I cannot endure."

He sounded like a loyal retainer.

In Feleton, Xia Fan seemed to see a trace of Qiuyue's Shadow.

He pursed his lips. "If I understand correctly, because of this bloodline restriction, The Church has not spent much effort guarding Princess Twilight?"

"You are exactly right. Had I not encountered Miss Qian Yan by chance, I had planned to seek out the Matriarch and ask her to intervene. Other than that, the restriction had practically no second solution." Feleton pulled a sheet of paper from his robes, unfolded it, and laid it before Xia Fan on the table. "This is a map of the royal palace that I had someone draw. Some places are not entirely accurate, but it is enough to guide us to where Your Highness is imprisoned."

Xia Fan and Li leaned together and studied it for a long while. It had to be said that the map was truly crude. All they could see was that the palace had been divided into many square areas, separated by red lines, with the word "guards" noted along their edges.

In other words, if they wanted to reach the place where