"What did you call him?" Katrana followed Rowan onto the control platform.
Before Rowan could introduce him, Rhonin smiled and said, "My name is Rhonin. A pleasure to meet you, Countess Katrana."
I've found the culprit who tormented Father!
Katrana's gaze shifted, her brows drawing tight. She stared fixedly at Rhonin, her breathing quickening as she instinctively clenched her fists.
Being captured by the sly, treacherous Rowan had brought shame upon the Black Dragon Clan. But coming face-to-face with her father's tormentor and being unable to avenge him was an outright humiliation.
Rhonin did not know Katrana's true identity, nor did he know how many members of the Black Dragon Clan remained.
Seeing the hatred on Katrana's face, Rhonin assumed she resented him for pointing an Arcane Blast at her head earlier.
Rowan, however, understood Katrana's anger. He had not expected her to be such a devoted daughter.
"Go back to your work, Rhonin." Rowan sent Rhonin away and took Katrana into the control room.
Only as Katrana watched Rhonin disappear into the distance did her fury subside a little.
"Your father isn't dead. Do you really need to hate my spell advisor that much?" Rowan thought Katrana was overreacting.
Seeing that there was no one else around, Katrana stopped concealing her identity.
"You have no idea. After that man wounded Father, he lost half his power. While he's been recovering, his condition has grown much worse," Katrana said.
Rowan nodded slightly. "Someone in the know told me your father seems to be under a strange curse. Some enormous creatures in the Underground World have set their sights on him."
Why does this man seem to know everything?
Katrana privately grumbled that Rowan was a male socialite. He seemed to have connections with every faction.
"So what?"
"That means Rhonin