Tell Me, What Is It You Desire?

The fourth day of the summit conference was over. 

The King of Megaris and the Crown Prince of Griven were walking towards their carriages. 

"Why do you seem so serious, Dray?" Arlan asked.

"Today, I have sensed traces of black magic around Samer Vailes."

The prince furrowed his brows, contemplating as he looked back at the hall they just left. "I did not sense anything."

"I am a warlock, and I can sense traces of magic coming from any witch. As long as theirs do not surpass the quality of my magic, it is impossible to hide it from me."

"If it is a witch strong enough to hide it from me, then that means Zaria Lynx indeed came to Othinia with that psychopath," Arlan concluded. 

"I have searched the entire royal palace ever since they attacked Seren in the temple, but I did not sense any presence of supernatural beings aside from our own."

"Their forces ought to be hiding in the outskirts of the city."