Lucien wasn’t really the sharpest tool in the shed. He believed greatly in his instincts and the ability of the mystics. How much he was kinesthetically endowed was how much he lacked insight and rationality. He didn’t realize—more like he refused to admit to himself—that he didn’t use his brain very well. During his stay in Sindangan, undisguised and undaunted, he spent his days scouting the city from district to district, asking questions to random people about the whereabouts of his target.
The name “Neoma Belmonte” was starting to become an infamous household name—the only daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the country who would be wed to the bachelor who would be able to successfully take her back home and then inherit the entire Belmonte wealth.
The money was Lucien’s bigge
