Chapter 92: Secret Meeting (part 1)

Azure takes a slow breath, his expression unreadable. He studies Corent carefully, noting the pair of curved blades resting within arm's reach on a nearby table. A small vial of glistening green liquid lies next to them—likely the poison Scrawled had warned about.

Corent chuckles, his voice dripping with arrogance. "It's good to be at the top. No one dares cross me, not even the nobles in this city." He leans back further, clearly reveling in his perceived untouchability.

Azure steps into the room without a sound, his spear held low. The woman's back is to him, and Corent's eyes are half-lidded with indulgence. He doesn't notice the shadow closing in until Azure's voice cuts through the air, cold and sharp.

"Seems like you've let your guard down, Corent."