Had Lady Deepwinter noticed something? Annan didn't know.
His Disguise was shoddy. He hadn't concealed his face at all, and depending on how much Mineral Powder he used to hide his Black Hair, it sometimes looked orange-red and sometimes almost crimson. Anyone who came close enough could see his dark eyes, so he deliberately kept them narrowed.
As for why no one had seen through it... no one had ever met the King of the North, and no one imagined he would Disguise himself and come to Betar City.
After leaving the banquet, Annan also noticed that the distance between the Bard and Astolfo's group had vanished.
They returned to the Official Residence first. Late that night, Annan and the Bard rode to the Dungeon.
"Deputy Warden!"
The guards dutifully straightened their backs. Their attitude had changed because Lady Deepwinter had sent over a group of prisoners, saying Annan would surely like them.
Lady Deepwinter hadn't kidnapped a noblewoman and thrown her into the Dungeon, had she...?
Fortunately, Lady Deepwinter hadn't gone quite that far. The truth was nearly as bad: the prisoners were the Mercenaries who had once paid Annan one Gold Narl to guide them.
Lady Deepwinter had investigated him.
"Her ladyship's servants said they've been loitering around your former lodgings these past few days."
The Dungeon guard spoke obsequiously. Inside the cell, the five Mercenaries, even stripped of the White Wolf Head, looked at Annan with complicated expressions. Just days ago, they could push him around at will. Now he could do the same to them.
"Why?"
Annan still had to visit the lower levels of the Dungeon. He had no time to waste on them.
As before, the sharp-tongued Female Mage answered. "There were traces of a Vampire and a Succubus in that village. You were