Chapter 131 - Identity theft is not a joke
Scarlett sat on a couch in the east wing’s parlor with the Countess sitting opposite her. The robed woman was nervously fidgeting with the fabric of her clothes, head turned downwards as they waited in silence. Scarlett didn’t particularly mind the quiet. There weren’t too many conversations to be had with the woman, anyway, and she doubted the Countess cared much about things like feeling awkward.
When the Loci told her of the presence outside, Scarlett turned her attention to the door right before a knock sounded out. A moment later, a disguised Gaven entered the room. He smiled as he removed his cap, revealing his thick hair. “Evening, ladies. Been a while.”
“Ridley.” Scarlett gave a curt greeting, gesturing to the couch in front of her. “Take a seat.”
The man moved over to sit beside the Countess. The woman flinched as he did, slowly looking up at him. “…Greetings…” she almost whispered.
Scarlett blinked, and Gaven gave the woman an amused look.
“Finally feel like saying hello to me, eh? Suppose I must be growing on ya? Well, can’t say I blame you.”
The Countess didn’t quite seem to follow his words, staring at him for a few seconds before eventually returning her gaze to her own hands on her lap.
“Ouch. You sure know how to wound a man.”
“Ridley.” Scarlett gave him a sharp look, and the man raised his arms in the air.
“Right, right, forgot. Supposed to play nice, aren’t I? I’ll be on my best behaviour, don’t you worry.”
She eyed him for a moment, trying to discern how much honesty there was in his words.
As always, dealing with Gaven’s personality was irksome to her. But there wasn’t much to do about it since she had decided to work with him. Considering he was one of the companions you could have on the evil route in the game, he was still relatively congenial. There was one that tried to kill every noble they saw.