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Drakomir jumped off the horse right away, took off his helmet, and handed it to his aide.

“Celine, did something happen while I was gone?” He took the stairs two at a time, worry on his face.

“Nothing that won’t be solved with a good bath and formal clothes,” his mother-in-law answered with a smile that hid some secret.

Drakomir frowned; beside him, Drakkar was already striding past with his usual blunt, rough temper.

“Hey, Drakkar, hold it right there!” Celine stopped his hurried march.

“What’s going on? I need to find Lyra… I don’t feel her close,” Drakkar was getting impatient.

He’d agreed to go on this fake trip because Lyra kept insisting over and over, to the point of making him a little suspicious.

But in the end he always gave in to his persuasive woman’s wishes.

“Lyra is fine, and if you don’t stop, I won’t tell you where she is.” With those words, Celine had his full attention.

Soon she had two massive hulks in front of her, staring fixedly at her.

“Today is both of