239 He's Trapping Me

A spy had been following Duke Kleo and his entourage from Wereal.  A figure who kept hiding behind a black cloak and hood, with very athletic and agile movements.  A body that was like a shadow, and a shadow that never really existed, was like a ghost.

  Duke Kleo and Stefanus continued to race the horses, along with the other soldiers.  In silence, they only focused on getting to Wereal as quickly as possible.

  The spy had perched on top of the tree, watching the house Lyra currently inhabited.  Moving again, the spy plunged and landed on the ground gently, then ran to get the horse.

  Gripping the horse's reins, the spy rushed to follow Duke Kleo and his entourage by choosing a hidden path in the interior of the forest and taking a considerable distance from them.

  There wasn't the slightest disturbance, everything seemed to be in order.  Silence as the spy settled a skill that was like a shadow.  Sharp eyes that could snoop cleverly.