Covens nodded. "They have. Would you like to meet them, my lord?"
Carpson frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded. "It's time I met them. Make the arrangements."
Covens acknowledged the order and withdrew. A little over ten minutes later, he returned at a brisk pace and led Marquis Carpson to another room.
The Royal Palace was vast. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Sebolutes and her subordinates had been housed in a secluded courtyard in one corner of it.
As Marquis Carpson followed Covens, his thoughts kept returning to the situation in the Royal Capital. He still could not see a way out.
Green had taken complete control of the situation. Not only had he eliminated large numbers of nobles and capitalists, he had trapped the rest of them inside the Royal Palace.
Marquis Carpson had been intimidated by Green's murderous air. Afraid that Green might lose all restraint and slaughter them outright, he had hurried into the Royal Palace. In truth, he had much the same plan as the Little King: if all else failed, the Space-Time Gate in the palace would let them flee straight back to the Main World.
But after taking Edis Prison, Green had not brought an army to surround the Royal Palace. He had posted only a few people from the Anomalies Bureau to watch it, as though he had no intention of killing them all. Only then did Marquis Carpson realize how badly fear had shaken him. When had he, a man who once prided himself on his wisdom and had even fought on the battlefield, grown so afraid of death?
Thinking back, Marquis Carpson realized it had probably begun more than ten years ago. After watching his father die of old age, he had decided to seal his supernatural abilities to prolong