When Xiluo woke again.
It was Alice who shook him awake.
He groggily turned to look out the window. It was dark outside.
"It isn't even light yet. Why did you wake me?"
Xiluo could not help asking the half-blood beside him, who was already dressed.
"Uncle Andy's people have come to invite us to the castle. After something so serious happened today, they're bound to want to ask us about it in person.
"You should hurry and come with me, Mr. Xiluo.
"The people outside are getting impatient."
Alice replied.
"What an impatient bunch."
Xiluo muttered helplessly, rose from the floor, and arched his body like a cat as he stretched.
Somewhat languidly, he went outside with Alice.
A group of knights and soldiers holding torches had already gathered there.
They all breathed sighs of relief when Xiluo and Alice appeared.
The knight leading them was the one who had arrived first earlier. He looked apologetically at Xiluo and said:
"My apologies, Sir Xiluo... After hearing my report, Lord Andy insisted that I bring both you and Alice over."
"Forget it. This isn't your fault. Let's go."
Xiluo did not lose his temper over such trifles.
He simply followed them swiftly to the castle.
As soon as he arrived.
Xiluo saw the grim-faced Paladin Andy standing at the castle gates with a group of people.
Without waiting for the other party to speak.
Xiluo said:
"You've already confirmed what happened with those two, haven't you? I wasn't lying."
"We have. To think Tyrone, who was always so quiet, would do something like this. Killing his elder and younger brothers-he was no better than a beast!"
Paladin Andy sighed.
When noble heirs fought for power and advantage, even the eventual victor rarely took a blade to the losers.
Most merely