Chapitre 211: Cian's Doubt

Meanwhile, within the guest palace of Abetha, Cian stopped in his tracks the moment he entered his study. He glanced at the surroundings before walking towards the large desk. Something seemed off, and only realized what it was when he felt a breeze enter the room.

'The window is open?'

He went towards the desk and observed each and every item placed on it. Others would see nothing strange, but Cian who would notice even the slightest differences in how his things were arranged. 

His fingers touched the ink bottle, adjusting it slightly to be perfectly perpendicular to the stack of papers placed next to it, the minor change causing his brows to furrow. He touched the brush of the quill pen and it was wet with ink, as if the last user tried to clean it in a hurry. 

"Eliot," was all Cian needed to say, but his guardian knight, Eliot Fletcher, began to move.