In a room without the slightest glimmer of light, a shadow sat in the darkness.
Sitting alone.
Only a repeated murmur remained in the air: "Still nothing... Why is there still nothing..."
Just then, light suddenly rose. It was as though someone had chiseled a hole into that sealed world of darkness, letting the light from beyond shine in and illuminate a gray, gloomy soul.
The shadow raised his head. The source of the light was the opened door. A man wearing a White Bear mascot costume walked in, carrying an oil lamp that gave off a dim yellow glow.
The flame within the oil lamp dispelled the darkness. Accompanied by tapping footsteps, it finally stopped before the shadow.
"Lord Red Hair." A deep voice came from within White Bear.
The light fell upon the shadow, and his flamboyant red hair gleamed faintly beneath the dim yellow light.
"What brought you here?" Xius's voice was somewhat hoarse.
White Bear said, "I saw that all of milord's alchemical puppets had returned, and none had been dispatched again, so I thought..." Perhaps they had already finished searching the surrounding area.
Xius naturally understood what White Bear had left unsaid.
"No. Within the maximum range the alchemical puppets can be controlled, I detected no energy fluctuations." Xius said, "He isn't nearby."
White Bear had anticipated this result as well. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Then what should we do now? My sister, she..."
Even with White Bear's provocation, unable to find Rolando, Yurika's formerly calmed emotions gradually became frenzied again as time passed. Last night, she had already escaped Exile Space and caused a storm throughout the manor. However, Sanders had knocked her unconscious with a single slap.
Silence filled the air. The flame in White Bear's oil lamp swayed incessantly,