Chapter 338: Backfired

Underneath the quietude of a secluded forest, shadows danced discreetly as Edmund, accompanied by Thaddeus, Zephyrine, and Ignatius, ventured stealthily through the silent, dense foliage. 

The air was dense with intent and tension, occasionally punctured by subtle glances exchanged between the trio — glances filled with uneasy trepidation, yet unnoticed by Edmund, whose gaze and mind were fixated solely on reaching his Isola.

With each step sinking slightly into the soft earth, Zephyrine drew a tremulous breath, her voice quivering briefly before asking with a smile, "Edmund, on second thought…Why not get rid of the consort in some other way after returning home..like what you did to him in the past but permanently?"