"So you were sent here by Akroa?"
Ricky's voice was calm, almost indifferent, yet his many eyes flickered with a faint gleam of interest. His tone may have sounded casual, but inside, he was evaluating every word Valemont had shared after receiving the scroll.
The young magus, still mesmerized by the golden script etched onto the parchment, nodded eagerly. His focus never wavered from the pill recipe, his expression a mixture of awe and near-fanatical obsession.
For the knowledge contained within that scroll, Valemont had shed all sense of loyalty. Like a dog that found a new master, he had turned his back on the Radiant Knight Order without hesitation, exposing their secrets with alarming ease.
"Yes," Valemont murmured. "His Royal Highness, Charles the Third of the Eldros Kingdom, called an emergency summit to address the undead disaster. Almost every Stage 3 expert in the region was summoned to attend."
Ricky's antennae twitched slightly as his expression darkened.
