Deep in the Von Heim manor, Lugh's clone, transformed into the figure of Sela, suddenly stirred.
It slipped quietly out from the young lady's room, just in time to encounter the figure of Mirelle—another clone, equally disguised.
Without a word, the two exited through the window once again, landing silently on the grass below.
However, unlike before, they didn't rely on precise wind spells to soften their descent.
This time, it was done purely through sheer physical finesse—astonishing balance paired with the beastkin's superior strength and endurance.
In the surrounding darkness, nestled between the shrubbery, trees, and manor shadows, Isolde's team of shadows were already in position.
One of them whispered under their breath, voice barely above the breeze.
"See? I told you this would happen. These girls are damn crafty—pretending to give up just to try again a few hours later."
Another scoffed in response.
