The following days became unexpectedly busy.
Clay had originally assumed that finding one person on an entire continent would be difficult.
He was wrong.
Finding ten specific people on an entire continent was far worse.
Every morning began the same way.
He woke up.
Read reports.
Compared names.
Compared locations.
Compared dream fragments.
Compared witness statements.
And by the end of the day, his head hurt.
Several times he even questioned whether he should have ignored everything and continued relaxing in the border town.
Unfortunately—
Every time that thought appeared, he would remember the dreams.
The halos.
The vows.
The hatred.
And immediately continue working.
Inside his study, dozens of maps were spread across tables.
Markers.
Reports.
Travel records.
Merchant testimonies.
Guard reports.
Everything had been gathered.
Even Maid Cy looked surprised by how seriously he was treating the matter.
"Young master."
"What?"
