Okay, maybe she’s a spy. Or maybe just a petty thief.

I scoured through my bag just to check again. Even the petty clothes I was wearing earlier were still here in my backpack.

But that gold coin that bears the head of a howling wolf was gone. Stolen.

“That bitch, Andrhea—”

I grabbed my jacket and instantly closed the door behind me. The castle is indeed a maze of stairs and spacious hallways. I was in the front yard garden when I saw her sitting by the fountain—

And she’s holding that motherfucking gold coin she stole from me.

That gold coin might be at least one hundred years...