Chapter 508: A masterspy is not your personal postman, okay?
"It’s quite thick," I stared at the letter that Heraz gave me.
Well, I said ’letter’, but it was almost like a document. A package. Heraz wrapped it in a leather case, and when I opened it, I saw three letters, a small box of candy with a cute little bird’s drawing on the lid, and a pretty cord accessory for tying hair.
I glanced at Heraz, who looked as expressionless as ever. But I knew him well enough now to know that he was rather annoyed being treated like a common postman. I pressed my lips to avoid laughing at that--still gotta respect my spy’s hustle, you know.
"Have they departed to that accursed kingdom?" I asked him while sorting the letters; each was from the Hero, Fatia, and I guess a combined letter from Zharfa and Aina.
"No, Young Master. They decided to go to the hidden church."
I paused my sorting and looked at the shapeshifter. "You mean...the place in my...father’s...map?"
Heraz lowered his gaze to the floor. "Yes, Young Master," he paused, before adding hesitatingly. "They wrote the letters in the church."
"Oh..."
Then...there was a high possibility that the letters would talk about their finding. I put the letters down on my lap, feeling my fingers weakening. I knew I said I wouldn’t go with them, and I knew I already decided not to care very much. But...
Was it because I didn’t have good memories with my own parents? There was this hope that Valmeier’s parents would be better and actually love him--loved me too, by extension.
Even if they couldn’t stay with him.