"How could the item have gone missing??"
"It went missing within our own territory, even with such a powerful escort force???"
Karsus could not understand how things had developed into this.
After learning that the Nethys Scroll had been stolen and that the escort personnel had died as a result.
At this moment.
His expression was extremely agitated.
The welcoming banquet he had originally been preparing for the escort team was abruptly cut short.
Moreover, his words.
Were filled with disbelief and unavoidable agitation.
As a national treasure of the Kingdom of Netheril, the value of the Nethys Scroll was beyond question.
Since the theft incident thousands of years ago, they had been preserved for so long without any problems.
Yet now, they had been stolen because of one of his suggestions...
Just considering the coincidence—or rather, the abruptness—of it all, Karsus felt that he would end up on everyone's list of suspects...
Furthermore, even the Grand Arcanists escorting the items had died because of him.
Their friends and family would undoubtedly require him to find a way to console them as well...
Therefore.
Even after only giving it some brief thought.
Karsus could not help but feel as though his head had swollen to the size of a bushel.
It was difficult for him to remain calm...
However.
He also understood very clearly.
At this stage.
What he most needed to do was figure out how to explain the course of events to Iolam.
Only by convincing the person in charge and ensuring that he still trusted him could he clear himself of suspicion as quickly as possible.
Otherwise, things would most likely only grow murkier, or, if the real culprit could not be found, he would simply be half-forced into taking the blame for the mastermind behind it