Chapter 6
2. The Fake Saintess
Duke Lartman, who had been watching Liv lost in thought, calmly opened his mouth.
“It seems there’s nothing we can do right now.”
The banquet had already ended, and it was time for them to go home. The assassin wouldn’t appear at this banquet where the Emperor had already left, and there would be no answers.
“Then can we talk about this issue next time?”
“...Let’s do that.”
“See you next time then, Your Grace.”
As Liv waved her hand slightly to bid farewell to Duke Lartman, Hildegard, who had been sticking close to her side, linked arms with her. As if she had been waiting for this moment, she spoke in a whisper-like voice as soon as the Duke disappeared.
“Sister Liv, doesn’t something seem strange?”
“What?”
“...The Duke, he wasn’t originally this affectionate towards you, sister. It’s like he’s gone back to the past. No, it’s more than that!”
“Hmm...”