After Dexter closed the carriage door, his expression grew sharp. Not just him, but Conan as well.
"Morro, fly to the Capital and see what is going on." Conan glanced at the coachman's seat, where Climaco and Morro were sitting. Morro said nothing as he nodded, jumping out of his seat and sauntering off.
Baffled, Climaco had his brows knitted. "What is going on...?"
"Once you reach the borders of the capital, Gustav, the head butler of my residence, will welcome you. I had already sent him a word, so you only need to follow him." Dexter faced Climaco solemnly. "Don't go anywhere and make sure this carriage with my sister in it arrives at my home safely."
"Ye — yes, my Lord." Climaco lowered his head slightly, despite not having any idea what was happening. But his brows rose when Dexter pointed at him.
