Chapter 50: The Bait Was Taken
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"So you’re saying you really met that Alessio guy at the villa?"
"Yes, that’s right. We confirmed it ourselves. He is indeed Sir Alessio," Johann reported, his posture straight, tone respectful.
"And there was nothing unusual at the baron’s estate?"
"Yes, Your Grace. We checked all parts of the manor, the family’s records, and relevant documents," Enosh replied as he gave a firm nod. His expression remained calm and composed, but a subtle flicker of anxiety passed through his eyes. "We didn’t find anything suspicious that should be of concern."
Tap. Tap.
The sound of fingers rapping against the polished wooden desk echoed through the study.
Marius tapped the surface rhythmically, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular. A faint crease marked his brow, his lips pressed into a thin line as he sank deeper into thought. His cold gaze, once absentminded, began to sharpen with focus. He wasn’t one to sit idle, not when pieces no longer fit.
Across from him, the two knights exchanged brief glances. A bead of sweat traced down Johann’s temple, mirrored by the subtle stiffness in Enosh’s shoulders. The silence stretched too long, their breaths caught in their throats as they awaited the duke’s response.
"Alright," Marius said at last, the word cutting through the still air like a blade. "You can leave now."
The knights gave quick, reflexive bows. "Yes, Your Grace." Then, without another word, they exited the room, boots thudding softly against the floor.
Click.