"First, we figure out how he's able to get in and out," Heinz said, settling back onto the couch with practiced ease. "I'm sensitive to magic. I should've felt it if someone was using any spell to slip inside the palace. Only a few people are allowed to use teleportation magic here."
Florian exhaled slowly, tension clinging to the edges of his breath. "And how he disappeared without a trace…" he added quietly, voice threading into unease. The memory of the man's voice crawled up his spine again, sending a shudder rippling through him.
Then, something clicked in his mind—an old theory he had brushed aside. Silly, maybe. Dangerous to even say aloud. But… it was something. And Heinz needed to hear it.
"I had one... theory, Your Majesty," he began, hesitating, fingers curling against his palm. "About who it might be. I know it might sound ridiculous."
Heinz tilted his head slightly. "Who?"
