However, as soon as they got a little closer, due to the hooded figure pushing them away, the servants tumbled on the marble floor.

Kyrion carefully examined the hood. It wasn’t an ordinary force. To the point that one could mistake it for something supernatural.

“Useless.”

Marquess Majin, with rolled-up sleeves, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and affixed it to the banquet hall wall.

Kiiik. Along with the sound of metal against stone, the terrace began to warp. As if it were a cage.

The iron railing of the terrace, like a living creature, cornered the fugitives. The protruding iron bars became shackles, binding wrists and ankles.
The hood cut the iron bars as they came, but it was slow. As one was cut, a new one took its place, and as that was cut, another sprouted.

Marquess Majin smiled with a hint of regret.

“Don’t waste your strength. Regardless of your identity, it would be better for you to quietly beg for mercy.”

At that moment, four iron bars simultaneously bound the hooded figure’s limbs.

“Ugh!”

When the hood was removed, pure white hair was revealed.

Surprised by the unexpected sight, Marquess Majin blinked.

“The old man seems quite resilient.”

And soon after, he stiffened his expression.

“It’s best not to have the misconception that I’ll go easy on you because you’re old. Stop your meaningless resistance.”

“Shut up! Who are you to capture innocent people and imprison them underground!”

Only now did Marquess Majin notice the nobles watching from around.

“Oh, did you kidnap people?”

“To think such vulgar people came pouring out of Majin Estate, it’s unbelievable.”

“Moreover, trying to capture them again using magic.”

But the more people grumbled, the more Marquess Majin raised his head high.

“What kind of absurd accusation is this! They are nothing but thieves from the slums who came to steal Majin Estate’s valuables.”

The nobles seemed to agree with the word “thieves.”

“That’s right.”

“They are just teaching the law to these conscienceless commoners.”

Only Hism, with a worried expression, approached the terrace.

“Wait a minute. Isn’t it too arbitrary to try to capture people like this?”

His eyes were fixed on the hooded figure, struggling with all their might.

But Marquess Majin was not in a mood to listen to the words of a prince from another country. Hastily gesturing to the servants, Marquess Majin shouted.

“Hurry, capture them!”

“Wait.”

Kirian, who had crossed the railing unnoticed, was now there. The dagger he pulled out gleamed for a moment, and the iron bars that had restrained the fugitives and the hood were instantly released.

Throwing away the dagger, which was now almost unrecognizably damaged, Kirian, who stood in front of Marquess Majin, blocked his path.

With an intimidating look, he gazed down at her. Marquess Majin unconsciously took a few steps back.

“No matter how much of a thief they are, keeping people like animals is not to my liking.”

Kirian tilted his head slightly.

“This time, Majin should yield.”

“This, this is Majin’s affair!”

Although Marquess Majin continued to stammer, it was already too late.

The escaped fugitives took advantage of a brief opportunity and were already crossing over the railing one by one.

Kirian’s mouth curled up sharply.

“Well, I’ll take it as if you yielded.”

Ignoring the grumbling Marquess, Kirian turned back to grab the hooded figure, who was about to cross the railing.

“Sir, do you have any intention of working for our family?”

And then, he let go of the hood’s hand.

His eyes, turned towards him, were so piercingly blue. Unbelievable.
A heavily wrinkled unfamiliar face, hair turned completely white, and a completely different voice, but it was enough with just the color of those eyes.

The thickness of the black frame forming the eye, the position of the gold spots faintly visible inside the pupil. There had never been another eye that had looked so closely, enough to memorize all those details.

Other than standing still, there was nothing else to do.

Meanwhile, the hood withdrew its hand and disappeared without a trace.

Kirian looked down at his hand, which still retained a faint warmth. If it weren’t for that warmth, he might have believed it was an illusion.

But it was unmistakable. It was his sister.

“Did you escape safely?”

Only now did Hys, who had come to his side unnoticed and was now looking at him with worried eyes across the railing, catch his eye.

“You.”

At the chilling voice that could send shivers down one’s spine, Hys finally raised his head.

“You knew.”

It was a brief remark, but color drained from Hys’s face.

There was no clearer answer.

Kirian gritted his teeth.

As he tried to jump over the railing, Hys grabbed him. It was a strength that could easily be repelled, but the next moment, he couldn’t help but pause because of the words that slithered into his ears like a snake.

“Let go. Reyna intentionally left.”

It was a statement that stirred up Kirian’s deepest grudge.

Kirian stood frozen like a statue, silently staring at Hys.

“Let her go.”

I lifted the slow-moving boy and ran in a frenzy.

Whether it was because the servants who would chase us from behind were afraid, or because the image of the hostile territory constantly came to mind, my heart pounded like crazy.

Kilian, who had changed so much that he wouldn’t have been recognized, was standing still for a moment. The youthful face that had shown signs of cheekiness had transformed into a sharp, chiseled marble.

Taller, a solid build, a cool gaze, and tightly sealed lips.

He had always exuded a sensitive atmosphere, but now he emitted a bone-chilling coldness.

It was an appearance befitting the next Earl of Istira.

“As expected, you’re doing well without me.”

A murmur, unsure if it was relief or disappointment, burst out.

“Ugh!”

At that moment, his thigh felt as if it were being burned.

“Just a moment, wait here for a moment.”

I put the child down and checked my pants.

It was a magic stone. The magic stone that had emitted a strange light and was slowly burning had finally created a hole in my pocket and dropped to the floor.

As the magic stone turned transparent, an image slowly appeared.

“It’s finally here.”

It was Marquess Majin.