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 their last conversation also seemed to imply that the answers might lie within the palace walls.

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

It all pointed in the same direction now.

It was the palace.

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 will come to you there. We only hope you enjoy your stay and meet the king’s generous expectations.”

As he spoke, Barry stepped back, placing 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 and composed.

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

As soon as the words left her mouth, Vincent and the others added, “We’re coming 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 was large 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 palace since she had arrived in Yata.

The palace 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 palace again.”

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

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

Everywhere Katelyn looked, the walls and corridors gleamed like gold, while the pillars 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 palace.

“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 steps later, a voice brimming with annoyance rang out from behind her.

“What are you doing here?”

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

Alfy, sitting nearby, replied, “It’s not just boring; it feels completely lifeless. Sure, the palace 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, slavery is normal. The king has total control over their lives.”

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

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

Once someone became a slave, 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 slaves 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 palace.”

“I’ve been there a few times with my uncle and watched those so-called nobles beat and scold the slaves. It’s truly sad,” Alfy replied, her tone laced 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 slave.

Katelyn and her companions 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.

Slaves 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 slave system be completely ended?

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