Meanwhile…
Inside a lavishly decorated black carriage adorned with gold linings and the crest of House Ibzles, Duke Ibzles sat comfortably. Beside him was his loyal butler, always calm and composed. Opposite them sat a hooded man, cloaked in mystery. Outside, several elite guards rode in formation, creating an ironclad escort as the carriage made its way toward the outskirts of the capital.
The Duke leaned back, one leg crossed over the other, swirling wine in a goblet.
"Hmm? This is the Human Kingdom's capital, right?" he asked, a sly grin forming on his face. "Are you sure those things—those sealed remnants—aren't already beneath the Noble School?"
The hooded man gave a soft, measured chuckle.
"Do not worry, my lord," he said without a hint of hesitation.
"The ones sealed under the Noble School will be yours soon enough. But first, you must claim the power from the one we're heading to now."
