บท 196: Shadows of the Sordin Temple

The next day, Abel left Jaren Burgess's mansion early in the morning. He couldn't shake the feeling that every second mattered, that delaying even for a moment would cost him valuable time.

The temple of the Sordin Cult was located further northeast, and it was impossible to keep an eye on the Northern Arc from there. It would take half a day to even attempt such surveillance, and that was being optimistic.

If they couldn't watch over it themselves, someone with expertise in espionage would have to be sent.

"Sir McNeill?" Abel asked, glancing at Cordell.

Cordell shook his head quickly. "No way. Isn't that right, Your Majesty?"

"I suppose that's true," Abel replied with a sigh.

"But I'm still a close escort…" Cordell began, his voice tinged with frustration.

"Don't you want to return to Midias as soon as possible?" Abel raised an eyebrow. "If you keep being uncooperative, your business trip will only get longer."