Ender was standing next to his parents who were on their thrones, talking to a princess about an arranged marriage.

He sighed and looked around the throne room.

He had noticed a tall figure in a dark cloak. It was the thief again.

Ender looked at his parents.

“Hold on.. I’ll be right back.”

He quickly stepped toward the hallway and stopped at the library. He walked in and shut the door behind him.

“I swear, you better have a good reason to be here at this time.”