“Now that I think about it, you’re right. If it’s an accessory, it would naturally be closely tied to the Imperial Palace…”
“So the question is how we slip in there quietly. That’s the key.”
The Imperial Palace, located at the very center of the capital, was—at a glance—where security was tightest.
Soldiers of the Demon Dragon King’s army in crimson uniforms went in and out of the gates like it was their own home, and high on the palace roofs, large and small dragons had long since nested.
Watching the soldiers entrenched at the entrance, Na Jo-yeon and Kwon Gye-na exchanged words. The first to tear his gaze away from them was Baek Dohyun.
“It would be best to avoid it while it’s bright out. Let’s gather as much palace-related information as we can until sunset.”
Perhaps Babel had a shred of conscience left. Dropped in the middle of enemy lines under colonial rule, their basic common item was a hooded robe.
The three foreigners pulled their hoods low and walked the central district without drawing attention.
The shopping street near the palace was fairly lively. Mixed races bustled together, and merchants raised their voices to…