179 || Chapter 174 || What A Waste It Would Be...

Two pairs of footsteps echoed within the vacant hallways leading to the room of the lovely third young master of the Fraunces Household. 

With a wrinkled brow and a tight-lipped smile, Moulin kept his gaze forwards while his thoughts ran wild. Like his brother, he kept an unhurried pace and curtly replied to Emlen's questions. 

Hadrian was in the room. Was he already in the room, though? No, he wouldn't need to climb up the balcony; he could just teleport himself inside like a ghost. Moulin wasn't currently sure how to save the situation. Had servants entered the room with Hadrian in it? 

At that thought, Moulin almost let out a gasp in realization. Damn it! He had forgotten that!

Secretly releasing an exhale, Moulin glanced at Emlen, who was also profoundly thinking about something. His gray eyes were narrowed, and he wore a severe expression as he walked beside Moulin.

"...?"