"Where have you been? I've been waiting for you all this time. Too bad you failed to turn Eastborne into hell. That was a colossal failure. I sympathize with that, Mavros." His companion's voice emerged along with his figure from the shadows of the fireplace flames licking the walls of the shabby tavern.
It was precisely in this shabby, remote place that no one would suspect anything. Far from the perimeter of Sellia's envoys or the imperial patrol knights.
This was the perfect place to devise a coup plan or destroy the Alverton government system.
As usual, the room was closed. A secret meeting. Just the two of them. Formulating the next plan to destroy the Alverton Empire from its deepest weak points.
Moreover, fate was on their side at the moment. When he found Mavros, who harbored a grudge against the entire Alverton imperial lineage.
