Chapter Twenty: Flashes

The document in hand read Chelsea shore: a coastal port known for constant oil spills by the rig at its heart; though the province is among the leading distributors of oil, the constant spills render it unfit for living; hence the once thriving merchant state remains reduced to a quiet coastal town for paupers and ruling middle class whom all work for the oil production in varying levels.

At least, that is the letter’s summary.

I have gone over it thrice in the helicopter that had yet to depart, and each time I did, the knots in my stomach only grew.

How can I purify such a large area when merely a spring made me faint?

I am grateful that the opportunity takes me away from the Lycan and the castle; it was growing hard to avoid him anyway, but what if I fail?

The entire event is a publicity stunt to appease the kingdom, but…I have never intentionally trained for such a purpose.

‘It’s fine; I will guide you.’

Kaisa insists; this is her eighth time saying that. While I believe he