Chapitre 223: The feeling that is familiar

"There's a traitor."

I turned my head to my right as I informed Hugo about the information I received from Azazel. After my brief conversation with Azazel, I went to one of the guarding towers in the palace to breathe some fresh air from the roof. I didn't know how long I had been here before Hugo found me and joined me on the roof. 

Hugo cocked his head back with an indifferent air around him. "Azazel told you?"

"Did he tell you? Or did you already know?" I asked, not a bit surprised by his calm reaction. 

"He didn't." He shook his head and shrugged, peeling his eyes away from me to the horizon. "It's obvious. Niall made sure I get the hint."

"What are your thoughts about it?" 

This time, he remained silent as he pressed his lips into a thin line. I only stared at his rear, waiting for his answer patiently. 

"Death," he answered after a moment of silence. "If the traitor is one of my siblings or my people, I will kill him or her."