With the sun covered by clouds, preventing its golden rays from illuminating the mountain, Jasper, after finishing reading the letter, called three of his most loyal knights. Three men in black armor trimmed with red entered the tent and knelt.
"Did you call us, young master?" said Iker with the utmost respect, without looking up.
"Yes, I need you to do something for me. You're the ones I trust the most." Jasper walked calmly between them before adding, his expression twisted with hatred. "Take care of my dear younger brother. Here is the information on his whereabouts."
Iker looked up, took the document Jasper handed him, and read it, surprised by the accuracy of the information. His admiration for the fourth young master only grew.
