Chapter 801
As the count unconsciously raised a brow, the closed door opened.
"My apologies for the interruption, Agent of the Saint. Please excuse us…" Fael entered with a strained voice, followed by heavy footsteps.
Fael, teeth clenched, and Oscar, the large gray-striped beastfolk, stepped inside, carrying a massive metal chest gripped between them.
Even at a glance, it was obvious that the chest was far heavier than it looked.
The count’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"You could’ve taken your time," Ian said with a chuckle.
Fael shook his head as he struggled forward. "We couldn’t keep our guests waiting. My apologies, Your Excellency."
With care, he lowered the chest beside the count.
Unlike Oscar, whose expression hadn’t changed in the slightest, Fael exhaled deeply through his nose as he straightened.