Conspiracy Among Otherworlders

[Later That Night]

"So, how did the meeting go?"

Felicia and her friends—Byron, Lyvia, Devin, and Cayden—sat and discussed in her room, as they often did at this point. 

As the leader of the deserted Otherworlders, she had pretty much made her place of rest their hideout of sorts, albeit a temporary one.

Their stay in the Royal Estate was limited, so they wouldn't be here for long.

Still, at least for the moment, they were privy to the facilities of the Estate—as esteemed personnel of the highly regarded Nobles. Their rooms weren't as fancy as that of the Otherworlders, but it was certainly much better than their abode in the houses of the Nobles they worked for.

It just went to show the disparity in wealth and power that the Royal Council had—or perhaps how well the latter was willing to treat their guests.

Regardless, that wasn't the topic for discussion. It was something else.