"Yes, my Lord!" The soldiers replied in unison.
Without wasting a moment, they rushed out to track down the culprit behind the sneak attack on Nina.
Watching them leave, Orlan shook his head in frustration.
Damn it… This was completely unexpected. If only I'd acted faster, Nina wouldn't have died so easily… and I could've extracted some crucial information from her, he muttered irritably.
He was convinced that Nina wasn't the only one involved—his instincts screamed there was a mastermind behind her. That was why her death brought him no satisfaction.
The real perpetrator was still hiding in the shadows.
And after this incident, that person would no doubt become even more vigilant and harder to catch.
Tracking them down would be a difficult—if not impossible—task.
"Father…" Alicia's soft, anxious voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
Orlan turned to see his daughter's teary eyes, wide with worry.
His angry expression softened unconsciously, replaced by a gentle warmth.
