Clint was about to ask the Duke something when he realized the man was no longer in the room.
"Huh? Where did he go?" Clint muttered, his eyes falling on the table near the sofa. "This... knight uniform?" He picked up the neatly folded clothes. "Wait, I'm starting today?" He clicked his tongue in annoyance.
His stomach growled, and he spotted food waiting for him on the small table near the bed. He sat down and ate, grumbling under his breath. "Tch. At least the food's decent."
After finishing, he wandered around the room and opened the closet. His brows lifted in surprise when he found it filled with clean clothes in various styles some casual, some formal, and some clearly made for combat. Below the hanging garments, he noticed a familiar chest. He knelt, opened it, and found his guns neatly arranged inside.
He counted them one by one. "Good. He didn't steal."
