The footsteps were light.

Although James' health was declining, his senses had not been dulled.

He rolled off the bed and tip-toed out of the ward. He scanned the hallways and approached the staircase.

When he reached the staircase entrance, he immediately noticed a man dressed in a black coat and duckbill hat, deliberately covering up his appearance. The man leaned against the wall and waited for James to approach.

“The King has requested for me to check on you. Are you alright?” a hoarse