With an impassive expression, the maid Betty returned to her room under the quiet of the night. As the door closed, she smiled and muttered under her breath;
"Finally…"
She felt relieved. She had spent almost a year spying on Zephyrion, and now everything was about to bear fruit.
As she walked towards her bed and sat down, Betty laughed.
She had merely reported Zephyrion and Lumi's unusual closeness to the church. Who would have thought the little girl was actually a criminal?
Lumi's identity had already been known for months. The church had simply waited for Zephyrion's popularity to peak amongst the people. After all, the higher they were, the harder they fell.
From what she'd heard, Zephyrion had fallen headfirst into the trap and called for a tribunal, just as they had expected. Now, after tomorrow, the famous Lightning Prince would be no more, only an enemy of the Iron Father. An enemy of the Ferran Empire.
