Chapter 140 - Unravelling Reasons
Waiting in her office within the Freybrook mansion, Scarlett’s gaze was fixed on the large painting adorning the wall behind her desk. ‘The Field of Broken Pacts’ was the title The Gentleman had called it by. The artwork depicted an expansive battlefield from some bygone era, painted in excruciatingly exact and lifelike detail by whoever the creator was. Despite how long she’d had it now, it still drew her attention whenever she entered the room.
Receiving it as a gift was odd, considering she didn’t know anything about its history and the battle it portrayed. But she doubted it was pointless. The Gentleman didn’t do pointless things.
And presumably, he would be visiting again in the near future.
A knock at the entrance signaled the arrival of a guest. Scarlett announced they could enter. Her connection with the Loci had already told her who it was. The door opened, followed by footsteps crossing the wooden floor.
“What are you doing?” Evelyne’s curious voice chimed out from behind.
Scarlett turned to face her, watching as the younger woman took a seat in the chair positioned in front of the desk.
It had been over a week, almost two, since they last saw each other. Scarlett had been away due to the Sanctuary heist, while Evelyne had been occupied with her own affairs. Not much seemed to have changed with the woman since then, except for her slightly longer hair, where the tips now reached the back of her shoulders. She was dressed in a fitted doublet of deep green velvet with silver accents around the collar.
“I was simply reflecting on some matters,” Scarlett replied, pushing aside her thoughts about the painting. “Nothing that you need concern yourself with.”
“All right. If you say so.” Evelyne’s gaze seemed to linger on the painting behind Scarlett as well. “Actually.. I’ve been meaning to ask for a while now, but where did you get that? It looks like the work of a master, yet I don’t recognize it. I haven’t seen any recent records suggesting its purchase in the accounts either.”
“It was a gift.”
“A gift?”
Scarlett nodded. “Yes.”