Cedric’s POV
“This is ridiculous,” I let out my frustration, slamming my hands on the table.
How could this happen? There should be a trace of any man… especially an injured man. People can’t vanish into the air.
I shift my gaze to Mr Simpson, who is patiently waiting for me to calm down.
“There is no trace after Somerset?” I let out a weak sigh.
Mr Simpson nodded. “Indeed, your grace. As I mentioned earlier, our men couldn’t find any trace of that man. Our men tracked his path until Somerset. The last trace we found regarding that man was in Bath, Somerset,”
When I think calmly about this matter, I understand what Mr Simpson is stating could happen. A person can hide well in Bath, Somerset.
Bath is a quite busy place. If someone wants to erase their traces or mislead hunters who a
