Vol 2. Chapter 18
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A hotel room at Bellotsa Harbor.
“Yes, Father.”
Yuta sat at a desk, communicating through a tabletop mirror with High Priest Aietar.
“Yes, well... it really was a coincidence.”
In the mirror, Aietar looked like a man in his fifties, aged visibly over the past nine years.
It was a stark contrast to how he had maintained the appearance of a handsome man in his early forties all this time.
“I followed them, thinking I’d dig up some dirt on Julian Noart... but that nouveau riche idiot was just being his usual idiot self, and the real one was Duke Zahid Dyfenril.”
While Aietar remained silent, Yuta continued speaking softly and evenly.
“Good thing I followed along and saved those people. Otherwise, Julian Noart’s reputation would’ve gotten a pointless boost.”
Aietar’s expression in the mirror was consistently displeased.
Yuta smiled gently, soothingly.