“I’m a little doubtful since you are telling me this so easily.”
Trissy said in a scoffing and self-deprecating manner, “That’s because it’s something good for me. I can tell that you and the faction you represent are very interested in the true motives of those pulling the strings of the royal family. I would be very happy if I can provide some useful clues that cause you to have conflict with them, causing the real conspirer to surface. This will aid in my revenge and also be of the greatest help to me.”
“I believe that without my threats or enticement, you’ll attempt to make contact with Viscount Stratford after you recover from your wounds.”
Trissy curled her lips and said, “I only hope that he doesn’t like men.”
“This isn’t a problem. You can always show him your old photo.”
Trissy was taken aback as a slightly twisted expression colored her face. A humiliation that she had buried deep inside her had been dug out, exposing it beneath the sun.
Her beautiful eyes were tainted with what stemmed from anger from the humiliation. Her face which was pale due to her injuries instantly flushed red.
Trissy quickly reined in her emotions and scoffed, speaking with a suppressed voice, “As expected of Admiral of Blood. It appears you know plenty about the Demoness pathway.”
“At my level, there will always be plenty of secrets I know.”
He didn’t continue on the topic as he said, “How can I contact you?
“I might be able to provide you with some help during the investigations of Viscount Stratford.”
Trissy reached her hand towards her ear and grabbed a clump of smooth, raven-black hair. Then, blue ice formed, allowing her to crack it off.
She then spread out her palm, allowing a silent, pitch-black flame to appear, burning the hair to ashes.
These ashes weren’t lifted up by the cold winds in the sewers, but they had shrunk, forming a sticky black object.
“Smear it uniformly over a mirror, and then I’ll know that you’re looking for me. I’ll subsequently use that mirror to communicate with you.” Trissy shook her wrist and threw the pasty black object to Senor. “It can be used about five times, and that should be enough.”
As Senor was only a marionette, Klein wasn’t worried about letting him grab the black sticky object. After taking a few looks, he stuffed it into his pocket.
Trissy fell silent for a few seconds before biting her lip.
“If I need your help, how do I contact you?”
After a few seconds of consideration, he decided to be a little more cautious. He decided to wait until Trissy had any substantial discoveries before changing the communication method.
“If the matter is urgent, preventing you from doing it in time, you can contact that person from before to get him to leave the message.”
Trissy slowly nodded.
“Okay.”
With the conversation almost done, Klein planned on letting his marionette, Senor, leave.
At that moment, he caught sight of Trissy’s hands. he discovered that the sapphire ring which was equivalent to a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact was gone!
“One more thing.
“Which evil god did you sell your soul to?”
Trissy gave the middle-aged man a deep look.
“The Primordial Demoness.”
He made Senor smile.
“It’s hard for me to believe it with you replying so easily without any qualms.”
Trissy’s eyes had a slight tinge of confusion as she said in a self-deprecating manner, “That’s because it’s a problem for me, not a secret.
“With one more person knowing, there might be one more chance of a solution presenting itself. Even if the chances are slim, it’s better than nothing.”
The deeper the investigation into the Great Smog of Backlund is, the more likely it would gain the attention of Ince Zangwill and 0-08!
“Coincidences…” Trissy was taken aback as she repeated the word.
At that instant, she recalled all the coincidences she had encountered back at Red Rose Manor.
Amidst her thoughts, she suddenly looked up, only to realize that Admiral of Blood Senor had vanished.
…
The next morning, Klein woke up punctually, and with the assistance of Richardson, he wore his coat.
Just as he arrived in the dining hall, he saw Walter standing by the door, politely awaiting his arrival.
“Sir, your schedule for today is to participate in a tea session at Member of Parliament Macht’s residence.” Walter professionally reminded his employer.
He was stern, old-fashioned, and conscientious. He looked no different from his usual self, making it impossible to tell that he had headed for the sewers in the middle of the night.
Klein nodded with a smile as though nothing had happened.
“I haven’t forgotten.”
He then entered the dining hall and enjoyed an exquisite meal that had started showing signs of being repetitive.
“I miss my hometown a little. Get the cook to prepare some Desi pie tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir. I should’ve thought of that earlier,” Housekeeper Taneja replied apologetically.
Klein waved his hand as a gesture for her not to take it to heart before he headed to the garden for a stroll.
After doing all of this, he returned to the third story to continue reading the papers he hadn’t finished until his etiquette teacher, Wahana, arrived.
Wahana was still dressed decently with an elegant bearing. She smiled at Dwayne Dantès and said, “I heard you would be heading to Ma’am Riana’s place for high tea later today. Then, this lesson will focus on high tea…”
Klein maintained his smile as he listened attentively, asking questions from time to time.
About thirty minutes later, Walter knocked on the door and entered.
“Sir, Member of Parliament Macht’s servant just came over to inform us that the high tea session has been cancelled because Ma’am Riana’s daughter, Miss Hazel, is sick. She’s very apologetic for that, and she wishes to invite you again next week.”
