Weaving through the corridors and columns of the palace, beyond the garden courtyard, under the moonlight, the sight was all palace guards at each position, unconscious on the ground without exception.
The further he ventured towards the main palace cluster, the more alarmed Leon became. If the Athiasians possessed such astonishing tactics that they could incapacitate the entire palace military in one night, why bother to risk disguising identities and smuggling arms into the city for a grandiose assassination plot?
Strangely enough, along the way, there was no other conscious person besides himself; the patrolling Royal Knights and Palace Guards were without exception snoring away. Why was he the only one still awake?
Was it because he was a spellcaster? But even the more powerful and magically adept Kovis fell for it?
Yet, even with his mind full of questions, the urgent situation before him didn't allow him the luxury of stopping to ponder slowly.
