They left the magnificent palace that symbolized the supreme power of the Asla Kingdom.
Under the "escort" of the palace honor guard, Cui Ciyou and his companions made their way back.
They returned to the main residence of House Boreas, situated in the heart of the Royal Capital.
Of course, its current master was Philip's elder brother-James Boreas Greyrat.
Upon returning to the residence, Cui Ciyou immediately joined Sauros.
In the study, they discussed the next stage of their plan in greater depth, working through the details.
Roxy sat quietly to one side, listening to their discussion in silence.
Her sea-blue eyes, usually so clear, were now filled with lingering worry.
She could not follow those complicated struggles involving noble factions and political interests.
What concerned her more was Cui Ciyou's safety.
"Prophetic Blessed Child"-a sacred yet perilous identity that had suddenly been bestowed upon him.
It had already thrust Cui Ciyou into the very heart of the kingdom's political storm.
And now he would have to maneuver among those calculating politicians in the Royal Capital's bottomless political quagmire, with its treacherous undercurrents...
At the thought, Roxy could not help gently rubbing the ring Cui Ciyou had given her, resting on the ring finger of her left hand.
The cool sensation against her fingertips seemed to offer her a fleeting moment of peace.
Ghislaine, meanwhile, remained as she always was.
Holding the magic sword she never let out of her reach, she leaned against a corner of the study like the most loyal of guardians.
For Ghislaine, cutting every enemy to pieces was far easier than sitting there listening to all this convoluted talk.
The next two days passed in an oppressive calm before the storm.
Sauros hardly paused for a moment.
He called upon every connection he had cultivated