"I've arranged for those people to be well taken care of without resorting to force. After all, it's the festival season, and I don't want to see any bloodshed. However, within two days at most, they should speak the truth. I'll continue to look for Ella Johnson, so how do you plan to thank me?" These days are special, so he didn't want any bloody incidents occurring. Even a rat that accidentally came in to steal food was spared today and let outside.
"Between friends, that's too polite, isn't it?" Staring at the rosewood table laden with a variety of snacks, Atlas Hallow couldn't help but start looking forward to what Charlotte Miller had mentioned. She said she would prepare roast chicken and gingerbread—was she buying them ready-made, or was she going to make them herself?
"You really are straightforward," Fifth Young Master said slowly, enunciating each word, his expression as calm as a gentle breeze.
