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    The indicator on the screen continued its erratic shing before settling into a red circle, pinpointing a location in Yata on the electronic map.


    Could it be that this mysterious person was located in Yata as well?


    Was it possible that Katelyn’s master was nearby too?


    This development rekindled a spark of hope in Katelyn. Seizing even the slightest possibility, she resolved to save her master.


    Katelyn then toggled the screen to search forpromising information about the royal family to use as leverage with the mysterious person.


    Beside her, Alfy observed quietly, then inquired with curiosity, “What made you decide to start looking for information on the royal family all of a sudden?”


    “I’m being threatened.” Katelyn summed it up in three simple words, remembering the years of threats and intimidation she had endured.


    She knew the secrets she uncovered could eventually lead back to her.


    Online, numerous individuals spent hefty sums attempting to pinpoint her location for revenge. All these troubles stemmed from the actions of that mysterious individual.


    “It’s well-known that the royal family keeps their scandals well-hidden. They’ve managed to seal off all such information,” Alfy said.


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    At that moment, however, Alfy’s face lit up with a sudden thought.


    “Wait! I recall my uncle once dropped hints about such matters during a conversation.”


    “Your uncle?” Katelyn’s interest was piqued, her eyes sharpening with curiosity.


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    Alfy nodded and smiled. “Yes, after I lost my parents, my uncle took me in. He’s a well-connected businessman and had dealings with the royal family. He might have picked up some information then.”


    Katelyn nodded thoughtfully. “Go on.”


    “Actually, over twenty years ago, there was a pce coup within the royal family. In this country, it isn’t the king or queen, but the council who holds the real power.” Alfy paused, considering how to rify further.


    “The council isn’t the kind of thing wemonly know; it isn’t even one person but a group of them, simr to today’s corporate board of directors. They have the authority to dethrone a king. During that time, when the queen was pregnant, this group orchestrated a coup to overthrow the reigning king.”


    This revtion shocked Katelyn; she had always assumed that in such monarchical nations, the king wielded supreme authority, never suspecting that even a monarch could be checked by the council.


    Alfy added, “The upheaval was massive, ending in a bloody conflict. The king quashed the coup, executing the conspirators, which subsequently strengthened his rule to a level equal with the council.”


    Katelyn acknowledged with a nod.


    Without Alfy, this pivotal piece of history would have remained hidden from her.


    The fact that Alfy’s uncle was privy to such secrets also spoke to his prominent position, likely maintaining close connections with the royal elite.


    “Yet, this doesn’t exactly qualify as scandalous material.” Katelyn frowned slightly; it was essentially just buried history, not quite the leverage she needed.


    Alfy, rubbing her forehead, hurriedly said, “Just give me some time, and I might remember more. Or, I could try contacting my uncle.”


    “There’s no need, I’ll handle it myself.”


    Katelyn’s gaze returned to herptop screen.


    She wanted to keep this matter between herself and the enigmatic figure, not drag more people into it, especially to avoid endangering Alfy again.


    Massaging her temples, Katelyn stretched her hands. She was determined to dig up valuable information that could be traded for a video concerning her master.


    Their ongoing negotiation had always been straightforward—information exchanged for information.


    Deeply absorbed in her task, Katelyn didn’t catch the subtle shift in Alfy’s expression behind her.


    Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door.


    “Hello, room service,” the voice outside said.


    Without looking up, Katelyn called back, “No thank you.” She stayed turned away from the door.


    Yet, another knock echoed, more insistent this time. Instinctively, Katelyn grabbed her gun and prepared herself.


    At that moment, ropes appeared at the window, swiftly dropping down.


    A figure, secured by a safety harness, burst through the window!


    In an instant, the cold touch of a gun barrel pressed against Katelyn’s head.


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