The Regent hesitated for a moment at Yennifer's question, as if weighing how much he should reveal. But, noticing the attentive eyes of everyone there, he simply shook his head in resignation.
"That is the question that haunts us too, Miss Yennifer. Why?"
The conversation did not go on much longer. A few minutes later, the magical dome was broken and the air once again vibrated with the faint sounds of the enchanted night in the Solar Hall. The Regent took his leave with a courteous but discreet nod and returned to his modest throne. His gaze, however, remained lost—as if he were already in another war.
Cristine and Yennifer rose in silence. Strax shrugged his shoulders with slight discomfort and turned toward the exit. The light from the enchanted columns cast golden reflections on the polished floor as the trio left the Solar Hall.
It was only when they crossed the main gates again, with the soldiers still standing motionless like statues, that Strax spoke.
"He's lying."
