Chapter 405
"Is that so?" A pale smile crossed the Count's face as he repeated the news. It was the expression of a weary office worker bracing for the next task without a moment's rest.
"Well, let's prepare and head out," said the Count.
The orc, still bowing, stepped aside to make way. The Count turned back to Ian and added, "It seems we'll have to cut our conversation short here, Agent of the Saint. I'll remember everything you've told me."
"Do I need to come along?" Ian asked, standing up with the bottle in hand.
"You're welcome to. Though—" The Count hesitated near the door, then turned back with only the corners of his mouth slightly lifted. "If you allow me to handle them alone, things will proceed much more smoothly."
Ian chuckled softly. It was clear what the Count meant—Ian's presence would only complicate matters.
"If that's the case, I'll leave it to you," said Ian.
It was a relief for Ian, too—someone else handling the most troublesome tasks was hardly something to complain about. "Go on ahead. I'll follow at my own pace—discreetly."
"Understood. Are you heading back to the residence?"
"No, to the dining hall. I came here right after waking up."
"Then you've been drinking that strong liquor on an empty stomach?" The Count looked genuinely astonished.