Chapter 412: Twenty Minutes of Chaos

**Thelma Zane’s POV** “At last, we meet, Your Highness.” His voice carried a tone of false familiarity, as though he had known me for years. “Kafka?” I replied, keeping my stance guarded. Before me stood the man himself, unmistakably the main body. The radiant light behind him was proof enough of his identity. “It’s an honor to be recognized by you,” he said with a mock bow. His form, draped in a thick black mist, exuded menace. “Though we’ve never met, I’ve observed you. My daughter crossed paths with you once, and as her father, I owe you an apology for her transgressions.” “So, it was you who took Adele,” I said evenly. “Where is she?” “She is my daughter, my treasure,” he said, his voice smooth but detached, as though discussing a mere possession. “You have no need to worry about her. I’ve ensured her safety.” His words lacked conviction. He spoke of Adele as though she were an object rather than a person. I scanned the area for any sign of her but found none. Eve