Mister didn't answer right away.
He simply crossed his arms over his chest, his posture relaxed but unreadable. "…How is he?"
Cashew narrowed his eyes. He knew exactly who Mister meant—Florian.But since Mister had ignored his question, Cashew didn't see the need to answer either.
Instead, his voice tightened. "Where were you, Mister?" he demanded. "His Highness got kidnapped. I was looking everywhere for you."
His hands curled into fists at his sides.
"You can go wherever you want. You're always around here, always watching. So why couldn't you save him?"
His voice cracked slightly at the end. He tried not to let the guilt show, but it slipped through anyway.
"I had to rely on…" His voice dipped bitterly. "…him."
'Him'—being Heinz.
Mister finally sighed. A weary, long breath that seemed heavier than the words that followed.
"I wasn't here when it happened," he said quietly. "Remember what I told you…? That I was looking for something?"
