บท 413: The Full Inner Circle

The soft glow of candlelight bathed Prince Erich's private lounge in a golden hue, casting long shadows that seemed to dance along the elegantly furnished walls. The room, with its plush armchairs and meticulously carved wooden table, exuded an atmosphere of comfort and refinement. Lyan sat relaxed in one of the deep armchairs, a glass of rich, dark wine resting in his hand. He twirled the glass absentmindedly, his sharp eyes fixed on the liquid as it swirled. A faint smile touched his lips, and he took a slow sip, savoring the taste.

Standing a few steps away, Ravia and Raine stood with their hands clasped, their posture firm but not rigid. The siblings of death, the butlers of House Evocatore, were always prepared, always vigilant. Their recent mission had been taxing, yet they showed no signs of exhaustion. Raine's dark eyes were calm, while Ravia's silver gaze held its usual analytical sharpness.