The carriage carrying Zich and his companions moved slowly. It was a luxurious carriage, so it didn't vibrate as much as normal ones. As they headed towards the palace, a tense atmosphere filled the vehicle since Evelyn was still charged for attempting to assassinate the Crown Prince. Anyone would have clicked their tongues at them, saying that they were out of their minds.

Both Evelyn and Lyla’s faces were stiff, but the heavy mood inside the carriage seemed to only come off from them. On the contrary, Zich looked calm and even at ease as he sat in front of them.

“Relax. You guys look like you’re on your way to the execution block.”

“Other people would also think we’re on our way to die.”

Zich retorted, “These ‘other people’ are wrong though. How can they think this joyous journey will be our path to death?”

“What exactly is joyous about this?”

“We get to see Albus Windpool become pale in fear and roll on the ground.”

Evelyn smiled awkwardly in response, but Lyla muttered, “He really has a terrible personality.”

“That’s my unique charm.”

Lyla clicked her tongue and turned her head. With his warped logic, she knew she couldn’t beat Zich with words. Thanks to his words, however, the tense atmosphere inside the carriage lightened ...