Dungeons for the Devil, Dungeons for the Core

The owner of the mansion twisted his neck in front of the letter he had just received.

We are now returning to our neighbours, but the Lord of the Letter is a friend we once learned together and an ally we still aspire to be. The inquiry from that old friend was, in a way, confusing.

(There are no other aristocrats who ate rolls in Hans' case, so it will be a separate matter... I have never heard of a fuss of asylum in the last few years...)

The content of a letter from an old friend, Sir Holbeck, was an inquiry into reports of rumours that a Manastella nobleman had moved to Theodoram and the possibility that someone from the late Duke of Cleaver's family had been displaced to Theodoram.

However, no matter how many memories you trace, or how many memoirs you flip at the time, you don't get to the facts like that.

(Suppose... a servant or someone who stole the gold from the scissors has named the nobleman?

Think that far, no. I think back to it. All the servants of the Duke of Cleaver were trustworthy. Even if you do, it doesn't make sense to look at the gold you stole, even to name the nobleman. If there's a dark spot behind you, you should live in seclusion so that it doesn't stand out.

(Otto's letter only gets the guidelines... the Prime Minister said he heard it again... and in his position, he can dig for roots and leaves...)

If those who are not aristocrats are calling the nobility of Manastella, they cannot be abandoned as the ministers of Manastella... The letter from Lord Holbeck is very vague. It is also possible that he is simply a rich man from Manastella and that the locals mistake him for a nobleman. If you make a loud noise, this one can be laughable, and on the contrary, it even risks developing into a liability issue.

(Besides... we must also consider that the nobles of our country have banished their untouchable children to Theodoram)

This case is even more troublesome. Anyway, you're going to stand up for what they want to hide. Modestly speaking, it definitely backstrokes the other's emotions. Nor can we ignore the possibility of developing into a war if we do poorly.

(I can't do anything... I can't listen to you.)

Now is not the time to put up a snitch. That's what the master of the mansion decided.

Who the hell are you to send to Theodoram to make sure it depends?

In his own room late at night, the owner of the mansion was thinking.