Meanwhile, Sylas still faced dangers he had never imagined before. He was born under Adrien's rule, surrounded by comforts. His father had ensured he had everything he needed—within certain limits—so he wouldn't become spoiled and would understand his responsibilities as the heir to the throne. Everyone obeyed him, and Sylas felt safe wherever he was.
But now, for the first time, he was extremely cautious, even when taking a single step. They were on the outskirts of the capital. Though it wasn't obvious, there were many guards at every corner.
Alvaro was extremely worried. At a time like this, his responsibility was immense. The safety of the kingdom's heir was in his hands. He repeatedly pulled Sylas into hiding behind a tree or a wall.
As they passed a house, Alvaro grabbed a black cloth hanging out to dry in the yard. He handed it to Sylas. Their clothes were too conspicuous, even though they had already changed into simple attire before leaving the palace.
