Chapter 99
Meanwhile at that time, Emmett was sitting across the table from Marquis Arendt.
“Hmm, what brings our Duke here?”
A woman with messy red hair grumbled, leaning back in her chair. The table was piled high with books. Though she was clearly wearing noble attire, her haggard face and sloppy posture made it hard to believe she was from the upper class.
The head of the Arendt Marquis family, Ida Arendt.
She pushed up her large round glasses and continued speaking.
“Well, I know why you’re here, so let’s be honest.”
She put a pipe to her mouth, but noticing Emmett’s gaze, put it down as if showing consideration.
“Is someone’s head going to roll? Just know that I absolutely won’t cooperate.”
“...If you listen to my story until the end, you might change your mind.”
“Ah ah. I won’t listen. It would be troublesome if I got tempted.”
Even with Duke Lartman in front of her, Marquis Arendt maintained an attitude of complete disinterest throughout. However, Emmett knew well that this was Marquis Arendt’s typical attitude.
“I’ve brought information that even you don’t know.”