Chapter 233

-The Capital-

-Celestial Realm-

Sarell's expression twisted to one of fright, a hand unconsciously holding onto Cirion's robe. "Where's Velia?"

Cirion gritted his teeth at the brokenness in Sarell's voice, hating himself all over. "I'm sorry-"

"Velia is fine." Nerae cut in, not about to have them fall apart in his bakery, it still wasn't safe as guards were constantly patrolling.

Cirion frowned, "How do you know that?"

"And how do you know he's not?" Nerae calmly countered.

Sarell's face was already filled with burning tears that tracked down his face, "And Reqiel? He was already in danger."

"We just have to get into the Royal Mount and find out for ourselves," Nerae suggested; if this had happened a decade ago, it would have been a simple thing for him.

"I could-" Sarell shakily offered.

"Not a chance," Cirion cut him off, "You'll be instantly recognized as Reqiel's personal attendant."