Chapter 145: Traitor (1)
The day was getting dark. We set up camp at some ruins nearby.
The campfire flickered. The light from the fire illuminated the old castle ruins. Murky shadows swayed quietly on the castle walls. They were like a bunch of actors practicing a script for a performance that was never going to happen on a stage that had long been deserted.
“Our client……Miss Paimon, has been incredibly interested in Your Highness.”
One of the shadows opened its dark mouth.
“For a very long time now.”
“Exactly how long?”
“It has been a little over a year now.”
A year. That was around the time we held the hearing during Walpurgis Night. So you’re telling me that Paimon has been monitoring my every movement since then……?
“We have been gathering information on Your Highness. From when you took a human from a slave market to when you murdered an influential merchant’s son……. Does Your Highness perhaps dislike the smell of cigars?”