A Delicate Dilemma

"Why the hell are both of you following me?"

Nol finally stopped in front of the heavily-guarded barrier, soldiers standing watch inside and out.

He turned around, his gaze landing on the two figures behind him—Yelena and Lumine.

He had noticed them trailing him not five minutes after he left.

He had waited, hoping they would either stop or confront him, but neither happened.

Lumine met Nol's eyes with a complicated expression, while Yelena cast a sidelong glance at Lumine, her gaze echoing the same question Nol had:

Why were they here?

Eventually, Lumine sighed and stepped closer to Nol.

"I need to speak with Azriel."

It was the only thing on his mind.

He had no time limit, but he didn't have much information either.

The idea of King Joaquin needing to be rescued—and the quest he had received because of it—felt ridiculous.

Yet, if he completed it, the reward would make him rich in system points.