Glass Lamp jolted as she sensed the scene. Though she could not see, the images conjured through mental power still appeared in her consciousness. Without a doubt, the people gathered in the hall were her family's servants.
And the person they would call their master...
"Could Father... really have come back yesterday?"
Lin En stared intently at the scene reflected in the hall, observing their behavior.
"Can you not show what he looked like?"
Jiu stood with her eyes closed, a strangely shaped magical implement hovering before her as she kept the image stable.
"No. He's very powerful and causes enormous disturbances in reality. Reconstructing those people's movements is already the limit of this implement."
"When exactly was this?"
"Around midnight."
Lin En's gaze flickered.
That would have been shortly after he finished passing judgment on those bishops. Judging by the time Ophiel was attacked, this must have happened before the assassination attempt.
And if the person who tried to assassinate Ophiel really was him, why had he gone to the trouble of coming back here?
Lin En watched the blurred figures.
They remained kneeling on one knee, as though listening to some command. But since they could not reconstruct the man himself, there was no way to know exactly what he had said.
Then, after roughly two minutes of silence in the scene...
They moved.
All the servants gathered in the hall rose in unison. Throughout it all, their faces had remained utterly expressionless, frighteningly calm.
Once the dark shadow vanished beyond the door, they turned and passed through the hall like walking corpses, heading deeper into the Castle.
Holding the sleeping Hana Ye, Lin En leaped down from the fourth floor. He glanced in that direction and asked:
"Where does the passage behind the hall lead?"
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