"Do you have any way to locate your older brother?"
Artor: "..."
Ellie Miller urged anxiously, "Hurry!"
Artor: "......"
By the time Artor reacted, he was already using Dragon Language Magic to start tracking his brother Albert.
The carriage followed the silver-blue magical line.
Artor hesitated and glanced at Ellie, "Brother Albert..."
While speaking, the carriage made an abrupt turn into the narrow alley on the left.
Ellie was pushed to the right by the inertia and ended up crashing into Artor's arms.
Artor caught Ellie steadily.
With their eyes locked on each other, Artor hesitated before speaking, "Albert might have... many close female friends."
Ellie: "..."
To speak of his brother's cheating in such a roundabout way!
Ellie pushed him away and sat up straight.
Artor's arms were empty, and he looked down at the hand that had supported Ellie.
The coachman's voice came through the carriage, "Your Highness, it seems we've arrived."
