?Chapter 593:


    Katelyn clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to calm the storm inside. All she wanted was to know where her master was.


    Could the royal family somehow be involved in this? Selina’s suggestive tone from theirst conversation also seemed to imply that the answers might lie within the pce walls.


    Everything was starting to fall into ce, piece by piece.


    It all pointed in the same direction now.


    It was the pce.


    But what exactly was hidden inside?


    Barry’s tone remained easy as he said, “Don’t worry, Miss Bailey. You’re a guest of the king. No harm wille to you there. We only hope you enjoy your stay and meet the king’s generous expectations.”


    As he spoke, Barry stepped back, cing a hand on his shoulder in a respectful invitation.


    Right then, Katelyn made up her mind. She’d do whatever was needed to find her master.


    Katelyn looked at Barry, her expression calm andposed.


    “Alright, I’ll go with you,” she said.


    As soon as the words left her mouth, Vincent and the others added, “We’reing too.”


    Barry smiled, clearly satisfied. “His Majesty will be very pleased to see you all.”


    A royal vehicle waited outside, parked at the hotel’s entrance, ready for their departure.


    The limousine wasrge and luxurious, with enough room for twenty passengers.


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    The door carried the royal family’s emblem, instantly recognizable.


    Katelyn stared out the window, watching the scenery pass by. This had been her first time heading to the pce since she had arrived in Yata.


    The pce sat in the heart of the city, surrounded by some of Yata’s oldest buildings.


    Most were no longer inhabited, but their unique architecture had been carefully preserved, adding to the city’s charm.


    Jaxen leaned back in his seat, barely holding back a yawn. “We’re off to that boring pce again.”


    As Katelyn pondered this, the car gradually came to a stop at the pce gates.


    Stepping out, she was taken aback by the stunning sight before her—a pcevishly decorated with gold and jewels.


    Everywhere Katelyn looked, the walls and corridors gleamed like gold, while the pirs sparkled with countless dazzling jewels.


    Hundreds of guards patrolled the area, their weapons gleaming as they moved purposefully.


    This was the heart of power in Yata.


    This was the royal pce.


    “Everyone, please follow me,” Barry said, motioning for them to move along. He strode confidently ahead.


    Katelyn kept pace behind him, but just a few stepster, a voice brimming with annoyance rang out from behind her.


    “What are you doing here?”


    “Is the pce really that boring?” Katelyn asked, curiosity creeping in. She had never been to a royal ce before.


    Alfy, sitting nearby, replied, “It’s not just boring; it feelspletely lifeless. Sure, the pce is fancy, but it always feels empty. The strict rules for nobles keep everyone in line. The servants don’t even dare to look up—they’re treated like dirt. In Yata, very is normal. The king has total control over their lives.”


    Alfy’s description uncovered a different reality of the pce.


    The luxury of the nobles rested heavily on the shoulders of the poor.


    Once someone became a ve, they would carry that mark of shame for life.


    Even if they gained riches, there was no chance to buy their freedom.


    How could the wealthy ever let their ves have money?


    Vincent, who had been resting with his eyes shut, finally opened them to look at Alfy.


    His fingers tapped lightly on his knee as he said, “You really know a lot about the pce.”


    “I’ve been there a few times with my uncle and watched those so-called nobles beat and scold the ves. It’s truly sad,” Alfy replied, her toneced with sorrow. She sighed, lost in her thoughts, unaware of the deeper meaning behind Vincent’s words.


    In this country, even being like cattle or sheep was seen as better than being a ve.


    Katelyn and herpanions had been staying in a hotel in the bustling city center, where they hadn’t encountered many distressing scenes.


    But heading north, they were about to enter Yata’s poorest slums.


    The conditions there were so bleak that even the locals avoided those streets.


    ves were forbidden to smile or speak unless given permission, always keeping their heads down and never looking their masters in the eye.


    Their lives were entirely controlled by their owners, leaving them at their mercy.


    Katelyn pressed her lips together, her expression darkening.


    Even such a simple description was enough to fill her mind with vivid images.


    When would this cruel and inhumane ve system bepletely ended?


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