"Danger… this is really dangerous! I didn't expect Marquis Orlan to actually declare his support for Princess Elina!"
In a palace hallway, a man walked briskly, his steps frantic as he bit the tip of his right thumbnail.
He wasn't particularly handsome and had an unremarkable appearance. Dressed in a servant's uniform, his status within the palace seemed clear.
But if Nolan had seen him, he would have recognized him immediately—this was the servant who had brought tea to him and Marquis Orlan.
However, the man harbored a secret identity—he was a spy working for Adalen.
Ever since the battle for the throne began, all traces of brotherly affection between the princes had vanished.
Now, they saw each other as enemies—obstacles to be eliminated.
They had begun to use every means at their disposal, including planting spies in the palace to monitor each other's movements.
"I must report this to Prince Adalen immediately," he muttered under his breath.
