Few meters away from Dixon Palace, Cedric was just done after instructing something to his guards who worked for different states. Frenchies accompanied him with a tight frown between his temples. He had a gut feeling that hiding too much from Ayra wouldn't be any good to them.
" Should I bury them, Your Highness?", a guard suggested something to Cedric to see him shaking his head. Cedric spoke holding the cigarette between his lips,
" No, Burn them all. I don't want any stuff from her to be leftover."
The guards all nodded their heads meekly and bowed before taking their leaves to compel his order. Cedric stayed in the dark, his eyes blazed in different emotions. Frenchies finally spoke, making a face of dissapointment,
" Lady Roaxana is already dead. Why should you burn her goodies, Your Highness?"
Cedric let out a long puff, strong smell of cigarette coursing in the air. With a short sigh leaving his mouth, Cedric replied in a serious tone,
