There was to be a celebration.
Liszt would naturally invite Dreya to join him.
He made his way to the castle in the eastern suburbs.
After searching around, he couldn't find anyone, only the sleepy Mo Yutong.
Because Dreya had to leave for a long trip, Mo Yutong had hosted a wild party.
"Where is everyone?"
Liszt found it strange that there was no one around on such a bright morning, but the sight of Mo Yutong, disheveled, with her robe sliding off one shoulder, made his chest tighten.
Mo Yutong had also been woken by the sound of Liszt moving around; scanning the big bed, she found it odd that Dreya, who usually slept the latest, was missing.
Even though Dreya had left, her maids in the castle were still packing things up, and two muscular men were always guarding the door, around the clock.
"This is what the mistress asked me to give to both of you."
A maid respectfully presented them with a letter.
