"I don't care, whatever you prefer," Silverthorn replied nonchalantly while walking in their direction.
"Dropping the formalities, aren't we? ," asked Fenris with a smirk.
Silverthorn ignored him and glanced at the person sitting beside him, Commander Myrathis Lightweilder, who seemed quite startled by their hostile manner of conversing.
"However, I suppose being both will be better for me as you're now going to work for me too," Fenris added.
Silverthorn glanced around the room that was filled up to the brim with tension.
As soon as her eyes met her brother's, her brother instantly spoke up.
"Silverthorn, why don't you freshen up first. Lynn, follow Silverthorn and help her."
"As you say, master," Evelyn said while bowing.
They were using each other's code names as they were in front of outsiders. However, outsiders weren't supposed to be in there. There was a magic spell cast over that alley making it unnoticeable to normal eyes, but these outsiders weren't people with normal eyes, they were born with the eyes of Sun clan's descendants.
Silverthorn and Lynn or Elina and Evelyn were now further inside their house, whispering to each other. Freshening up was just an excuse, the true reason was to make Elina familiar with the situation.
"How on the earth they found this place?"
"They are of Sun clan, sister! They could see through the spell, you didn't cast a strong spell in fear of moon aura becoming too terrific. Both ways, it would have benefitted them only!"
"No, Lynn! I mean how did they know that our guild was here? Could Vion's words have helped them? But I chose the end of Spicelane Market as our meeting point for a reason—to mislead anyone trying to follow us. That area is a maze of alleys, perfect for vanishing without a trace. Nobles avoid the market anyway; too many commoners, nothing extravagant, no high-end shops. We even designed the guild to look like an ordinary house, just another shadow in the clutter. So how, how, did they find us? No one has ever discovered our location before. So what in the skies gave us away?"
"I don't know! Anyways, that's not our main concern right now for Master has agreed to them for your assistance on the condition that they will not unveil our guild's location to anyone under any circumstances, or else their request would be made public."
"Huh, what mission do they want me to go on? Is it that confidential?"
"They... want you to investigate... the assassination of Crown Prince."
"What?! Investigating against a Royal Proclamation?! That could get us imprisoned... I see why they want me to investigate this."
"Because you are super-duper sneaky."
"This isn't a time to joke, you can do that later. Did they say something else too? I guess they've been here for quite some time before I came... though that shouldn't have been possible."
"Well, they barged just a few minutes, like ten minutes, before you came. Master asked them to wait for you for the further terms and conditions related decisions and talk in more detail with you face-to-face. Since then, he has been tending to them by serving them tea and what-not."
"What?! Waiting for me? And he's tending to them? You should've told informed me about that earlier. We'll talk about everything else later, I don't want my brother to babysit them! He's no babysitter."
Silverthorn hastily changed her clothes, flinging her pendant at her back and rushed to the table.
Silverthorn pushed her brother, indicating him to stand behind her, and sat on the seat.
She rested her back on the chair and inquired, "So, I wonder what S- class mission I am being assigned with. Why don't you explain me, Commander Myrathis Lightwielder?"
Eighteen years ago, the royal family was massacred. The empire crowned a lone survivor-now a dead crown prince.
The throne stands empty. The court whispers of a forgotten heir.
Assigned to uncover the truth, she steps into a web of lies, hidden power, and the ruins of a dynasty that was never meant to rise again.
But some secrets don't stay buried.
And some legacies refuse to die.
In a world where loyalty is bought and blood is currency, one question burns through the silence:
Will the crown be claimed... or consumed?
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