"Are you certain it was him?" The beastman seated upon the magnificent golden throne spoke lazily, his tone carrying the authority of a king.
One of his arms rested around the slender waist of the woman beside him. Though it seemed a fact that she was not his mate, the woman herself did not seem to mind.
"Yes. I'm one hundred percent certain that it's Sylas. The Young Lord of Fox City was also with him," the beastman kneeling below replied respectfully.
Looking clearly, the kneeling figure was the shadow that was secretly observing them from before.
"Bring him to me. I need him alive," the ruler commanded coldly.
"What about the young lord of Fox City?" the subordinate asked carefully.
"Sylvarin's son? I remember his name was Veyra, a talented child," he said slowly, narrowing his eyes a little before letting out a cold laugh.
"If it was the Sylvarin in the past, even I would have been cautious of him, but now…"
His expression darkened.
