One Hour Ago.

At Graydon Palace’s Eastern Gate, Theodore's camp.

Prince Lloyd paced restlessly, his face filled with anxiety. Communication with Devil had been cut off.

“I sent Howard’s lawyer with troops to the outside, and now this happens...!”

If he had known this was going to happen, he would have kept Harrison in camp for the time being to conserve troops.

The moment he reported to the Duke of Lancaster that Ethan was with him, contact had been lost.

The Marquis of Devonshire had speculated that it might be Ethan’s doing. Ethan’s exceptional marksmanship and swordsmanship had been famous even before the fall of civilization.