222 STOLEN FOX'S MARBLES

NIKOLAI clicked his tongue, accidentally letting the ink of the fountain pen in his hand bleed on the paper.

For some reason, he suddenly felt annoyed.

"Is something the matter, Your Majesty?" Kyle, standing in front of his office desk, asked. "You look… unwell."

"I don't know but I suddenly feel pissed," Nikolai said, then he raised his head to meet the count's gaze. "Where is Neoma?"

"I saw Princess Neoma with Glenn a while ago, Your Majesty," his aide said. "Glenn told me that Princess Neoma already discovered about Lewis Crevan's secret training under his guidance. I believe they were on their way to the fox boy's training ground."

He was aware that Glenn took Lewis Crevan under his wing a year ago.

Of course, he was also informed that the training method that the fox boy chose came from Trevor. That black book wouldn't have been allowed to be opened without his permission. After all, they couldn't simply trust Trevor.