Thirty-three
"Do you find any trail or scent?" Zeccheus could hear Alec asking the trembling guards, but his mind wasn't with them.
He hoped they found the oracle so she could light up everything happening. He rubbed his temple tiredly. Oracle travelled around the world and didn't have a particular destination. It was always so hard to find her.
"No, sire Knight, everything vanishes in thin air. No traces or scents," one of them, who was bold enough, responded with a shaky voice while Alec hummed in understanding, dismissing them.
"What do you think?" Zaccheus asked, staring at the wise man even though a wise man can become a fool when everything is mixed up.
"I'm not sure," Alex thoughtfully caressed his beard, "has Zatico found her?"
"No, he didn't. She is hiding. None of her scent
