Life After Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 102

“That gentleman has also vanished without a trace—the government abruptly disappeared, and there’s been no word since. Damn it.”

Tale felt as though he were being toyed with by a monster.

Edmund’s eyes calmed steadily as he looked at his self-reproaching subordinate.

“Stay composed, Tale. Impatience will only ruin everything.”

Tale gradually steadied his breath under the flat, indifferent advice. He had been certain they’d finally reached their destination—only for their target to slip away, leaving him restless. Truthfully, his master was even more desperate than he was to find that monster.

For years, his master had endured hatred toward that formless being without going mad. His current cold detachment must have stemmed from building immunity to despair. Realizing this, Tale felt ashamed of himself for losing composure over a single missed opportunity.

“My apologies.”

Tale straightened his disheveled hair and bowed deeply. Edmund’s gaze swept over him once.

“What about the mother of the handmaiden from the mana stone administration?”

“She regained consciousness a few days ago, but she’s still unable to communicate properly. The physicians said consistent training might help her regain speech, so I told them I’d wait and see how things progress.”

Edmund sighed and rubbed his face a few times. Beneath his evident exhaustion flickered a trace of impatience. Though he had comforted Tale, he himself felt just as frustrated by that elusive presence—so close yet impossible to grasp. Despite having weathered years of hardship, ever since becoming aware of his feelings for Etricia, his obsession had only intensified. Not even the slightest obstacle to her well-being could be tolerated.

“Understood. Now that we know he’s not in the registry, from today onward, leave only a small number of members here and redeploy the rest to the original portrait-searching regions.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Tale knelt and bowed low as he answered. By the time he rose, Edmund was already focused on his documents. It was extraordinary mental fortitude. Between investigating the monster, searching for Devon, managing private troops, and handling estate affairs—it was almost unbelievable that this man was his master and yet still human.

‘But today, he seems more hurried than usual.’

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