The moment Amel left Sava City, her steps were light yet resolute, like a golden leaf in the wind drifting soundlessly into the night.
She moved neither too quickly nor too slowly, cloaked as she left through the alleyways, leaving no trace behind.
The purpose of her trip had already been fulfilled, so there was no need to linger any longer.
Candice stood by the window, watching Amel's retreating figure vanish from sight, her gaze profound.
Though she had not personally taken part in that secret conversation, years of intuition had keenly told her that this woman's identity was far from ordinary.
Anyone capable of bringing several nobles to Sava City could not possibly be an ordinary Noble Lady.
She silently noted every detail, then returned to her desk and wrote everything she had seen and heard into a secret letter, word by word.
A week passed.
When Ang received Candice's letter, he was returning to Amnath City from the northern border of Volgograd.
During a break in the march, he opened the envelope and stared at the neatly written report, his gaze gradually deepening.
"Dusk Silver Crystal..." he murmured, the corner of his mouth lifting into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
Candice mentioned in the letter that the noble who had hired the Black Magic Society was willing to offer Dusk Silver Crystal as payment.
The thought struck Ang as absurd—if his status had allowed it, he might have wanted to become an assassin for the Black Magic Society himself.
"I just wonder who their target is," Ang muttered, his eyes flickering.
Though curious, he did not investigate further.
In his view, if an Archmage acted personally, the target would most likely have no chance of escape.
The Black Magic Society of the Empire was infamous, but its methods