Chapter 133

Kieran’s POV

A Day to The Ancient Rites.

The Council Chamber.

Every time I enter this place, I am always expecting diplomacy, respect, reasonable conversations, maybe even a shred of dignity. Instead, it is always the same: the old people raising their voices and pointing fingers. These are men and women who had lived far too long in traditions and crazy doctrines

I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping against the wood of the armrest, fighting the urge to slam my fist down and silence them all. My patience is starting to wane.

Damian suddenly spoke, his blue eyes on the elders “We’ve swept the grounds three times. We’ve gone through the archives. We’ve spoken with every warrior, every maids, even the kitchen staff.” He shook his head. “No traces, no witnesses. Nothing that tie