59 2.29 The King's Blessing

In front of him, a row of guards lined up with a somber expression. The atmosphere was so heavy that someone could cut through the tension. Theodore sat in front of them, his face so somber as if dark clouds were gathering above it.

"Did you find him?" He didn't need to ask, actually. The absence of Raphael's presence had answered anything.

Young Master Theodore's personal servant, Raphael, was nowhere to be found. No one knew when he disappeared nor where he had gone. It was as if he disappeared into thin air. The guards straightened their backs and gulped nervously. Theodore did nothing except sit on his chair holding his head but somehow, he was more terrifying than when he blatantly showed his displeasure.

After waiting for a few minutes, the last few guards returned. "Apologies, Young Master. He's nowhere in the market and we can't find in the usual places he often visited either."

Bang!