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"Even the various clues we previously uncovered were erased at the first opportunity."
He paused, frowning as he said, "The Tranquility Order's reaction was too quick, I've always been wondering if the Cyart King could be in collusion with the Tranquility Order."
"It's just a pity that I've been speculating without any evidence."
"I see."
Byrne and his son Darren exchanged glances, both deep in thought.
Three days later.
A heavy downpour swept through the entire Cyart Royal Capital.
The raindrops pelted the ground like dense bullets, creating countless tiny splashes that twinkled mid-air like fleeting fireworks.
The deluge streamed down the eaves and along the trees at the sides of the streets, forming thin curtains of water that intertwined with the puddles on the ground, making a fluid painting.