Chapter 60 He's Worried About Emilia

• Ulysses's pov
• As the lights dimmed, the last guest departed from the hall. The banquet had come to an end, and the flowers and decorations were being cleared away, with busy servants bustling between the tables. Little did anyone know, a wizard had infiltrated the royal werewolf feast tonight.
• The black tails of the servants fit me perfectly. Holding an empty tray was my best adornment. While the royal steward directed all the servants in clearing the tables, I slipped out of the hall.