Lanci pondered. It appeared that Duke Morotian wanted the meeting kept relatively clandestine, hence why he did not make grand arrangements or go through the school for authorization, but instead had the warden send a private summons on his behalf.
"Who else but you, the busy bee of this empire, always disappearing after making an appearance?"
Warden Bacas joked, shaking his head. By then, he was watching Lanci's response closely, wondering if he would agree.
If he agreed, Duke Morotian Berenhaldhardt would owe him a favor. If he declined, he would not offend Governor Rocky McCarthy.
Throughout their journey, Bacas had been gauging the man next to him, feeling an aura of mystery from his bearing, an aura common among those in power. He couldn't quite ascertain what weighed on Lanci's mind.
Eventually, Lanci halted his steps, standing before a set of deep-red double doors at the end of the hallway, alongside Warden Bacas.