A few days later.
The Laine Kingdom, Capital Royal City.
Inside His Majesty the King's study.
The room is filled with books, the environment is elegant.
And our His Majesty the King is at this moment pacing back and forth restlessly.
In front of him, there are several people standing, all his trusted nobles and officials.
"Tell me, what on earth is going on? The Holy Envoy has been in that Evil Dragon's city for several days now, yet there's no news at all! This isn't right! It's very wrong!
According to reason, the journey should be just a day's time."
His Majesty the King's eyebrows are furrowed into an eight shape, his face sullen.
"Your Majesty, forgive my bluntness, the Holy Envoy might have already..."
A nobleman said in a low voice, but the last few words were left unsaid, though everyone present understood the meaning.
"If... if the Holy Envoy really lost to that Evil Dragon, what does that signify?"
The King felt his heart and liver trembling a bit.
