I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

"As expected, you figured it out right away," Nasser replied, pulling out a chair by the side table. His voice was still barely above a whisper.

"You don’t have to keep your voice down. So?" Ian added, raising the bottle to his lips.

Nasser sat and smiled faintly. "Yes. The report began the day after we left. But under the pretense of a proper investigation, he delayed the process by requesting an audience with the count."

Starting with the fluff, huh?

Ian took a slow drink.

It was a convenient excuse. After all, the count had officially spoken with him.

"A few days later, though, one of the deacons volunteered to act as a courier to the Great Church. He asked that the report be completed quickly."

Nasser chuckled before continuing, "He said it made no sense for you to travel west instead of heading to the capital at a time like this."

"Figures." Ian pulled the bottle from his lips, one corner of his mouth curling slightly. It was suspicious, no doubt about that.