The next day, Duguli.
The letter sent from the Imperial Diocese was properly preserved, waiting for Liszt to return and open it.
"Who the hell is this Tiger-man?"
Rein looked at Nashano, who was dressed like an aristocratic old moneybags, and was infuriated. The kind of nobility who had been specifically trained in etiquette were inherently different in temperament from ordinary people.
Even though he was an addict, he still sat on the edge of the chair, keeping his back straight, resting both hands on a cane planted on the ground, with a coat draped over his shoulders and a pocket watch hanging on his shirt chest.
"A new partner, aimed at becoming a training master for anti-imperialists."
Liszt said, feeling a bit scared. Isis had gone out to have fun around Aran with her girlfriends and would return to the Imperial City for the Stargazing Festival.
There shouldn't have been any problems last night, right?
