Keiiik! Cyn opened the door leading to the Male Consorts' wing.
The spacious living room was empty. Cyn let out a muffled chuckle.
"Seems they're working!"
I wonder if Miguel is in his chambers?
Cyn moved toward Miguel's room, but the scar forced him to stop.
"Stop right there!!"
Cyn halted immediately, as if waiting for an explanation.
The scar of pride spoke:
"He's not alone. There are people with him in the room. I'll obscure your presence—they won't sense you. Move closer quietly and don't make a sound."
Cyn followed the scar's instructions, and shortly after, he was standing near the door to Miguel's room. He heard voices inside. They were talking.
"So, Miguel? What's going on? Why do you want to return to the church? Have you grown tired of life here in the palace?"
Cyn listened closely to Miguel's reply.
"It's not that. The calm life in the palace has affected me. I've grown used to a harsher life—as you know, the life of the night and carrying out missions."
