Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1309 - 825 Tolyado Tears Overtime_4

There were photos of her reading under the stone pavilion in the Imperial Palace Rose Garden, with the sunset streaming through the gaps in the vines onto the pages of her book, photos of her galloping horseback at Cyrus Racecourse, and photos of her attending a royal banquet in an elegant gown.

There was even a commemorative medal from when Princess Alexia hadn't graduated from Saint Kray Monastery, along with a photograph of her with the former Imperial Guard Captain Barton Hall.

"Barton's in here."

Tolyado said as he flipped through the photo album.

"Indeed, Barton was Alexia's trusted confidant."

Lanci recalled that Barton used to be the commander of the Imperial Guard but had become the leader of the Bulida Mafia after leaving the military. He was also the third-ranking member of their Silvermoon Reform Association.

Aside from that, the two flipped through most of the album without recognizing anyone else.

"It can't be Barton. Princess Alexia should know that we've already met up with Barton. Barton was publicly associated with Abigail's identity all along."

Tolyado flipped faster and faster.

Even Princess Alexia had joined their Silvermoon Reform Association through Barton's introduction.

Suddenly, on a new page, his hand froze.

Tolyado glanced at the photo, then looked up at Lanci beside him.

Lanci's eyes showed a hint of surprise as well.

A particular photo caught Lanci's attention—Princess Alexia standing side by side with a young man with reddish-brown hair on the terrace of a noble estate. The young man's face was strikingly handsome, his sharp eyes clear as water, radiating an aura of charisma.

"This guy..."

Tolyado realized he remembered him well. freewebnσvel.cøm

He was certain Lanci recognized the youth even better than he did.

"Nikola?"

Lanci took the photo album, quickly flipped through the remaining pages, and checked everything again. Sure enough, apart from Nikola, there was no one else.

The young man beside Princess Alexia was clearly Red Falcon Nikola from years ago.

"No way? This guy spends all his time hunting rebels, yet he might actually be one of Silvermoon Reform Association's own members?"

Tolyado exclaimed.

"When he came aboard the train that day, could his actual intention have been to shield Silvermoon Reform Association members rather than to catch them?"

Lanci held his chin, analyzing aloud.

Perhaps Princess Alexia had learned that a core member of the Silvermoon Reform Association was heading to the capital, Bulida. Hearing about the accident on the train, she entrusted Nikola to assist with the rendezvous.

Indeed, if they encountered the most dire situation of being cornered by the Constitutional Army patrol and detained by the Department Head, it could become advantageous. The Department Head might leverage his authority to release them.

"By the way, Barton wanted the data on the new energy project you were researching that night. When Princess Alexia, as Number Five, suggested taking the risk to acquire it, Number Six immediately stopped her and released the complete information directly. Wasn't Nikola coincidentally overseeing your lecture hall earlier that day?"

Tolyado asked Lanci.

He hadn't said anything in the group chat that day but had closely followed the discussion.

"Yes, that's when Nikola took me to the Empire's Special Operations Department, and I became their Magical Engineering Consultant."

Lanci affirmed.

"Let's move. Let's move."

Tolyado stood up and declared.

With Princess Alexia's hints, the answer was crystal clear—Nikola was very likely Silvermoon Reform Association's Number Six [Loyalty].

Red Falcon Nikola seemed poised to ascend as the Empire's Special Operations Department's new director soon. During the Blood Moon City assault, he could offer them significant cover and support on the surface.

Or rather, by not targeting them during the operation, the Empire's Special Operations Department had already provided a huge favor.

The priority now was to find Red Falcon Nikola in the Department's Countermeasure Division and confirm whether Princess Alexia had entrusted him with the Silvermoon Reform Association's Sacred Communication Card as a core member.

"Let's go."

Lanci placed the photo album in the manor's cabinet and exited the foyer alongside Tolyado.

This snowy morning, the biting wind whirled fallen branches and leaves along the roadside.

Lanci and Tolyado walked across the roads of Saint Kray Monastery Residential Area.

Technically, Tolyado could teleport them directly to the second floor of the Opera House in the city center and then take a shortcut to the Empire's Special Operations Department headquarters. However, that would reveal Professor Landry's use of teleportation and allow observers to deduce the spatial connection point. Unless absolutely necessary, they adhered to the principle of entering and exiting the same location to avoid arousing suspicion.

The two quickly navigated the maze-like residential area of the monastery and arrived at the street bordering the square.

Tolyado's black Magic Guided Vehicle was quietly parked by the roadside, with a thin layer of frost coating its windows.

"Get in."

Tolyado, accustomed to being the driver, said.

He slipped into the driver's seat, while Lanci sat in the front passenger seat beside him.

The car was filled with the scent of leather, and the seats were soft and comfortable.

As Tolyado started the engine, the vehicle departed from the Saint Kray Monastery square, heading for the capital, Bulida's central district.

Outside the car windows, snowflakes danced with the wind, painting the world into a vast expanse of white.

"You're a Cardinal Bishop; why do you always seem like a transporter?"

Lanci leaned back against the leather seat and turned to Tolyado with a teasing question.

"I'd rather drive than use Space Magic to transport people; do you even know how draining the mana consumption feels?"

Tolyado gripped the steering wheel, signaling in the snowy conditions, grumbling.