In no time, Alexander arrived at the foot of the hill.

The palace was Foresters and steep, but Alex found the exact spot written on the note in no time at all, as if he didn't need to even have to search for it.

The moment he stood there, Alex’s blazing eyes fell towards the man who was nonchalantly playing the flute as he sat on the grass with his left knee folded while he leaned against the wall right next to an old wooden door that was already decaying.

“Zeke.” Alexander squinted his eyes as he glared down at him. However, Zeke simply looked up at him, unfazed, as...