In the interrogation room, Belicia and Raphael both left.

Thales stared motionlessly at the empty room on the other side of the glass, his eyes lifeless and his mood complicated.

Sunset Bar…

Yara…

Familiar names echoed in his memory, causing endless waves every time.

Since that conversation with Gilbert, he, burdened with the heavy burden of being a prince, has sadly buried them in the deepest part of his heart.

Until just now.

Thales clenched his fists subconsciously.

The sin of Hell River has not been threatened by any outside, but it is still rushing and roaring in his veins.

"Your Highness, would you mind pushing me again?"

The pleasant and comfortable voice of Morat, coupled with the sizzling black-veined vines all the time, brought Thales back to reality from his complicated thoughts.

But it also made him even more upset and restless.

Thales slowly turned around and looked at the Black Prophet.

But Thales didn't move, nor did he help the wheelchair under the old man's knees that made him extremely sick.

Why.

Why here...

In front of the person he fears the most.

"You brought Belicia here on purpose, right?"

Thales' face was expressionless and his tone was cold.

The old man in the wheelchair put down his tea cup and turned around without caring.

"Not just so I can see the consequences of what I've done."

Thales' eyes turned cold and he looked directly at Morat:

"You know her identity and her past."

"You also know my past."

"So you deliberately asked Raphael to mention the Sunset Bar."

"In front of me."

The Black Prophet stared at him, a smile on his wrinkled face.

"How is it, Your Highness, are you surprised?"

For some reason, this smile looked so awkward in Thales's eyes.

proud.

dark.

hateful.

There must be a plan.

"What do you mean? What are you going to do?"

Thales stared at Morat, his eyes spitting fire:

"old man."

The interrogation room suddenly became oppressive and solemn. The old man's wheelchair and the black-veined vines on his knees began to squirm uneasily, making a sizzling sound at an extremely fast frequency.

In the darkness and silence, the Black Prophet chuckled.

Facing the prince's anger and accusations, he moved his wheelchair carelessly and turned around to face Thales:

"I thought you would be very happy when you see that the secret department is so attentive to your wishes and allows you to hear news about your childhood playmate again."

Morat looked quietly at the young man in front of him:

"Tiles..."

"prince?"

He deliberately left a long pause between the two words, making the young man frown.

They seemed to return to that afternoon at Mindis Hall, where Thales - a beggar, an illegitimate son, a boy with a secret and an uncertain future - had his first encounter with the most terrifying and insidious spy leader in the Kingdom of Stars, who was hunting down forbidden disasters.

Meet.

At that time, Jinnie, Gilbert, and even Yodel were by his side, and even the old witch Serena helped him.

But now, in the lair of the Kingdom's Secret Department.

No one can protect him.

Except himself.

"But when I asked you for help, you said so," Thales stared at the old man coldly:

"Only when I am strong enough can I talk about protecting them."

"Otherwise they will just become my...weakness."

His eyes were angry:

"Constrained by others."

Morat tutted softly:

"Very good, you still remember."

Black Prophet's expression turned cold, and the surrounding temperature dropped instantly.

"Then why did you ask Count Gilbert Castle to search for them continuously in the past few years?"

"Even if you ask Raphael for help, you have to do everything possible to hide it from my eyes and ears?"

Thales felt a chill in his heart.

he knows.

Duke Xinghu looked at Morat's smile: the old man in front of him knew very well about his request to Gilbert to find someone.

as always.

but……

Yara.

Thales called this name again.

No.

He couldn't let the Black Prophet find her.

Because that girl is not just Yara.

She is Yara Sarriton.

Assassin's flower.

"See? This is the problem, the reason why you have been incompatible with the secret department for many years," Morat's cold and sharp eyes were closely attached to him, as if he was determined to win:

"We will always go our own way and there will be no communication between us."

The black-veined vines coiled around his knees again, swishing like many poisonous snakes entangled in one place, strange and dangerous.

Thales gritted his teeth.

The pain of being torn apart and pretending to be disemboweled in the Fuxing Palace, the heart-wrenching pain of self-blame after witnessing countless tragedies in the interrogation room, the dissatisfaction with the setbacks in the occult affairs over the years, and the worry for Yara and the beggars.

, merged into Thales's blood vessels at this moment, and merged into his tormented nerves together with the sins of the Hell River.

It ignited the dissatisfaction in his chest.

Pointing directly at the old man in front of him.

"I said, put away your sniffing nose and stop meddling in my affairs."

Thales gritted his teeth and said:

"Or are you determined to use them as bargaining chips to threaten me?"

Black Prophet laughed uncontrollably:

"You are in danger in the North, Your Highness."

"So I'm not surprised that we have a lot of concerns and are not credulous enough to doubt our motives."

"In fact, it should be a good thing that you act cautiously and think twice about everything..."

Thales interrupted him with a sneer.
To be continued...