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Thales ignored what he said. "I just need you to answer me a simple question, Dean," he said in a calm manner.

Dean looked at him with much interest. The mercenary nodded. "What a coincidence. I, too, Wya."

In the suffocating silence, both of them watched each other silently in the dark and sealed room. It lasted until Thales opened his mouth again.

"So, Dean..." The prince cleared his throat, and finally asked his last question seriously and warily, "Are you Moriah Walton? That wilful prince who escaped from Dragon Clouds City six years ago?"

Dean did not answer, neither did he move. In fact, he did not even bother to spare Thales even the slightest hint of unnecessary emotion. He just stared at Thales coldly.

While he lifted his head and let the moonlight shine on his clear, angular facial features, he opened his mouth to ask slowly,

"What about you, Wya? Or should I call you... Thales Jadestar?"

Thales tensed up.

"The culprit who threw all of Eckstedt into turmoil, who changed all of Dragon Clouds City?"