Our Goal

“Lord Holiness.” Akmal raised his hand.

“Yes?”

“That thing…” He pointed at his uncle. “Why is he here?”

Shadow didn’t have to turn her head to understand what he was talking about.

“That man is working for me.” She said, deafening.

Her voice was low, but it was the loudest yet. Their bodies stirred with panic.

Alas, the deafening silence once again attacked them. The workers that already filled the office toured the other entrance just to avoid the area. The crown prince and the holiness were talking with the executive. She brought her trusted person and a bizarre creature while cornering the executives.

Whatever it was, it wouldn’t be pretty if they were to get involved.

“Why the man is working with you when he should be withering in the dungeon or torture room?” Akmal bravely narrowed his eyes at Shadow.

Malikul saw the disrespect, yet said nothing.

Shadow knew how to handle this kind of person. Furthermore, his wife was far from a damsel in distress. If anything, she was the king