After several hours, the sun began to set, and the elegant lamps surrounding the prince’s mansion courtyard flickered to life.

Their light was still faint, almost swallowed by the remaining twilight. Prince Jing, Esteban, Bruno, and Leela chatted absentmindedly, waiting for the results of the interrogation taking place somewhere hidden in the mansion.

“Any news?” Jing asked Nico, who had just joined them, his expression relaxed.

“Not much,” the blond replied, wiping his hands with a cloth. “The boy didn’t have much information. Let’s just say he’s an amateur, manipulated by someone he admires. They use him to scout the places they plan to attack. He was looking for a...