GDC 111

“Sir Norton, nothing unusual, right?”

While the envoys were resting on the second-floor café terrace with drinks, I asked Norton, who stood beside me.

“…No problems.”

“What’s with the slow reply?”

Norton seemed oddly stiff today. His eyes were sharper, scanning the surroundings more than usual.

“Is this about the Marchioness?”

Ever since Janet had been imprisoned, the Marchioness had become extremely sensitive.

She remembered the old Annette, and the fact that I wasn’t trying to release Janet seemed to shock her deeply.

‘I have no intention of letting her out.’

Honestly, it was lucky I’d eaten the poisonous herb alone. If the whole delegation had fallen ill, who would have taken responsibility?

But the Marchioness, terrified of being implicated, complained to me several times a day.

I worried I might lose my sanity if I left her in her room all the time, so today I had brought both…