After the nightti eting with Amanda, four days passed and nothing special happened, at least not in a general sense. However, thirty-two funerals took place. Those were the unfortunate ones who t a sad end at the hands of the hooded figures.
This news made many feel guilty about the grand party they had, but that didn't last long, and soon everyone returned to their normal routines.
As for , I don't really care about that, especially because I've been thinking about that idiotic plan to execute another one.
"Let's see what you'll say this ti," I said, looking at a yellow letter with a stamp depicting an owl in the upper right corner. The content of the letter was as follows:
"Thank you very much for your services, Guild Master Dantalian Lancaster-Steele. Through this letter, I, Duchess Marian Sinclair Beaumont, invite you to discuss the recent incident and also reward you for your splendid performance."
The text of the letter was almost identical to the ga, with the only difference being an additional sentence that wasn't in the original.
"A reward, huh? It seems that avoiding the huge loss really made you happy. Too bad, I wanted to see if it's true in person."
I closed the letter and put it in the drawer of my desk. Then, I stood up.
"The letter arrived today, so at the very least, I need to start the journey to the capital tomorrow."
I looked at the door of my office and heard a whisper from a familiar voice, walking towards it as I spoke.
"Now that things have cald down, I can leave Dealer in charge. So, it's ti to destroy the gloves."
Stopping in front of the door, I placed my hand on the doorknob.
"What are you two doing? It's wrong to eavesdrop, you know?"
"Hehehe, sorry, master. I was just curious about the letter."
"And it seems like you brought Freytan by force. I can feel his bad mood radiating."
Freytan remained silent because she ca here after losing a card ga against Amanda earlier today. As for , I only watched them play since I was busy with all the paperwork that was never ntioned in the ga. Fortunately, the letter arrived early.
"But then, what does the letter say?"
Before answering, I opened the door and invited the two of them inside.
"We're going to travel and et a very important person."
"Oh? Who?"
Freytan's sulky expression disappeared, but she refused to believe that it would be so easy to et a duchess, especially Duchess Marian. Realizing that, I said:
"Rember when I told you to trust ? Well, it's her, Duchess Marian herself."
"Marian? Seriously, that Marian, master?"
"Yes, yes, that's the one. She's an enemy of mine and Freytan's," I clenched my fist tightly, wearing a twisted grin on my face.
"What? How? Master, please explain."
"Ask Freytan about it, hehehe."
Looking at Freytan, motionless with trembling eyes, I wondered what really happened. I tried to use the bonus once to find out, but I didn't find any information. That ans it's not directly related to Freytan or Marian, but rather with another undisclosed person.
"Freytan, what's this about being enemies? We can't touch a duchess."
"Uh-Uh-Uh," Freytan tried to speak but only stuttered.I think you should take a look at
With an open hand, I slapped the top of Freytan's head, looking down at her.
"What happened? You weren't like this when you asked for my help. Are you like this
just because you're really going to et her?"
Amanda looked at our faces, trying to understand, until she simply stood still and silent, thinking it would be the best thing she could do now.
"Are you sure it was really her?"
Without saying a word, I walked to my desk, opened the drawer, and took out the letter. "If I knew I would et her so soon, I wouldn't have put it away."
Freytan's eyes widened. The stamp, the owl drawing made by the Great Library itself, impossible to replicate, showed the authenticity of the letter.
"So, I'm really going to et her?"
"Technically, it will be , but I'll be right beside her, looking down, while she's sitting, haha."
Freytan's trembling body, due to sothing she couldn't rember, would gradually fade with every thought she had, involving what she could do with the duchess.
"I didn't expect it to be so soon. So, what's the plan then?" Freytan cleared her throat, preparing to say sothing she wouldn't dare to repeat while sober. "Master..."
' How cute, I've never seen Miss Freytan like this. Did she just call the master 'master'? ' thought Amanda, placing her hand on her chest.
Amanda was definitely seeing sothing that I couldn't. What she found cute, for , only showed Freytan's imnse bloodlust. I predict that the change in the script this ti could end up being very significant, resulting in real trouble.
Killing the duchess is not sothing that can be done while expecting a similar outco. I'll have to think about that.
"I have almost everything prepared, we just need to get there."
' For now, let's just stick to the original plan ' I thought, extending my arm and handing the letter to Freytan.
She grabbed it, opening it and looking at the ssage, chuckling.
"So, that was the reason for using your own money?"
"Well, one of the reasons. I'll explain the main one later."
"Oh, so the master is a genius? How do you do it?"
"Hahaha? , a genius? That's nonsense. I just have the right information and still rely quite a bit on luck..."
I rembered the "battle" against Fiona. That was a disaster.
Amanda started laughing and lightly tapped my back.
"Don't make that kind of joke, master."
"Well, let's stop talking about it now because before we travel to the capital, there's one thing we need to do."
Hearing that, Amanda and Freytan rembered the glove I ntioned earlier.
"This glove is just like my sword, right? So, why are we going to destroy it?"
"The original owner is very annoying, and he'll only get worse if he has it. So, the only option is to destroy it."
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