The two stood in absolute silence.
The nobles did not know who the unfamiliar figure in armor was, but they all recognized the black robed elder the moment they heard his title.
The Grand Shadow.
He was the one who commanded all Shadow Guards under the royal family.
He also held another title.
He was the second brother of the second generation king of the kingdom.
Even to Princess Priscilla, who was above sixty years old, this man was like her great grandfather and the guardian of the royal palace. He had appeared only because he sensed traces of shadow magic, something an assassin of his level was extremely sensitive to.
The old man's presence was quiet, yet it pressed on the hall like an invisible weight. His eyes were a dull, faded grey, but they were fixed on Fade.
For a moment, nothing moved.
Then a voice sounded in Michael's mind.
"My lord. I cannot beat him."
Fade did not move his lips, but Michael heard him clearly.
Michael did not need the warning.
