Chapter 42. Bad News

"So, we have less than three weeks before you will attack Valerian's pack, huh..." Henry concluded, sighing as he put the documents on the table and reclined on his seat. He even clasped his hands, looking at me earnestly. "That is quite... fast, Domi."

Since Ismael and I were in Solacia after scouting for the whole day, I sent an urgent letter to Henry this morning. With that, we met in a hustling tavern to hide our meeting. He rented a room there where we could talk freely.

"Can you prepare them in time, Henry?" I asked, sipping on my tea. "I already told Valerian how he would escape from the manor along with the evidence I had gathered."

"I can. I can pull some strings." He glanced at me and at my brother next to me. "Are you certain that he can be trusted?" He looked at him suspiciously.

Sighing, his question was starting to get on my nerves since he had been asking that for the nth time. &q