The sky gradually darkened.
As the full moon hung high, the deep night when everyone fell asleep quietly arrived.
Although the Imperial City was bustling tonight, with officials and members of the Knight Order rushing in and out of the palace, seemingly stirred by some earth-shattering event, Harvis's place was quiet, and one could even say desolate.
"After all, those guys outside won't allow anyone to visit me, a prince suspected of treason."
Harvis stood at the window, looking at the heavily guarded knights outside, his face wearing a self-deprecating expression.
Upon closer inspection, although Harvis looked normal, as if he had not been mistreated, he was wearing a pair of handcuffs.
The handcuffs locked both of Harvis's wrists, but unlike ordinary handcuffs, they did not have chains connecting them, allowing Harvis's hands to move freely.
However, mysterious magic runes on the handcuffs were flickering from time to time.
Clearly, these were magic handcuffs.
