Lugh sighed.
Another voice echoed—Jahira's.
"Come to think of it, I'm also curious about that,"
She said.
"The effect of the spell was devastating, yet there was no magic residue. Just how did they do it?"
Sensing the conversation was about to take a confidential turn, Isolde gave a slight nod to her shadows, who immediately dispersed from the room with fluid precision.
The gesture was more for the others present than for herself. Her shadows were already privy to most state secrets; she rarely saw the need to hide anything from them.
But the elves might not feel the same, and this was her way of acknowledging that.
They had taken countless steps to identify the culprit behind the attack. Until Lugh awoke, none of the Von Heim branch family who—alongside the Church—were the prime suspects, had been allowed to leave.
The lockdown would have gone on for weeks if necessary. It was fortunate the boy had only been unconscious for an approximate twenty-four hours.
