Chapter 365: Mysteries of the Departed
Bruno awoke late in the afternoon feeling groggy and fatigued. Hungover even, as he had consumed far too much alcohol during the grieving process of losing Erich. News had not immediately spread of what had been done, and who officially was held responsible.
But the moment Bruno finally managed to climb down his stairs after taking a proper shower to wash away the sweat accumulated in his sleep, and dressing himself appropriately for the day, he found that sitting in his foyer was none other than a familiar face.
One that did not seem the least bit pleased to see him. Heinrich, of course did not immediately comment. He carefully observed Bruno’s behavior and appearance before finally sighing and making a remark to try to lighten the mood and address this serious matter with a less heavy tone.
"Judging by your ungodly appearance, and the lateness to which you have slept, I’m assuming the rumors are true, then?"
Bruno did not say anything, instead silently nodding his head as he passed by Heinrich, and quickly entered the kitchen to grab a pot of coffee, which had been kept hot by his servants for his eventual awakening.
Heinrich naturally followed the man into the dining room where he saw Bruno sit at the table. There was no paper in his hands. He not needed to read the lies which were printed under his own guidance, and this only further confirmed Heinrich’s suspicions.
He did not immediately address the elephant in the room, instead waiting patiently and silently for Bruno to say the words himself. And finally, the man groaned and sighed, casting an accusatory glance at the only other man he had held such a close brotherhood to.
"You want to know if I am the one behind all of this? Do you want me to confess openly to you what you already understand? If I didn’t know you better, I would suspect you of trying to set me up with such suspicious behavior!
We both know what truly happened, so let’s leave it at that for now shall we?"
Bruno immediately returned his gaze to the cup of coffee in his hands, drinking down its contents as if it were the smoothest and most savory of liquids. All the while Heinrich began to speak of Erich’s character in a far more somber and grim tone.