Ilya clenched her fist in some resentment, feeling somewhat lost. Her most reliable weapon was ineffective, and she truly didn't know how to deal with this man who was impermeable to reason.
She walked absentmindedly against the flow of people, momentarily unsure of where she should go, wandering aimlessly through the streets of the Imperial Capital. Cedric Thorn and Sera were no longer willing to trust her, and the Third Princess and Fabius had become strangely unusual, suspected to be under the control of a Witch.
She wanted to expose Ethan's true nature, but didn't know where to start.
Until someone called out to her.
"Holy Mage, please stop."
Ilya looked up, and to her surprise, it was the Imperial Chancellor. His status was on par with Duke Ash, and he held even more real power in his hands. He was the one who had been handling the empire's disputes for Henry VI over the years, proposing improvements to the games of the brave, and various methods to deflect hatred.
