'…wh?'
Katarina's heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly looked around the bed. Fortunately, his luggage was still there. It seemed he had gone outside for a while.
Where would he have gone this early in the morning?
Wondering if she might find him in the yard, Katarina went outside. However, it was the postman who was waiting for Katarina outside, not Kieran.
"Something for me?"
"Yes, ya. For you."
The delivery man tossed the letter and frantically cut into the alley round the corner, grumbling why he was the unlucky one forced to send letters in the slums.
Katarina tilted her head and read the letter tossed by the postman. And as she read the letter, her expression stiffened.
"Lonwell."
A colossus figure in the Kingdom of Alitia.
Her enemy, who had destroyed her peaceful life and brutally murdered her parents.
The letter was from that man.
The content of the letter, in short, was as follows: his birthday was coming soon, and so he needed dancers to entertain his guests.
