"Hey, you!" A hitch-pitched voice called from behind.
Vincent halted his steps immediately. He slowly turned, raising an eyebrow.
"Me?" He asked, pointing at himself, raising an eyebrow.
The elderly lady nodded and approached him.
"Are you here to replace Mr. Faie?"
For a moment, Vincent was unsure what to reply. He, indeed, knocked out a man on his way inside the royal palace, changing into that man's clothes. Was he the man she was talking about?
However, the thought of impersonating him didn't cross his mind.
Not until now.
"Are you mute?" The lady clicked her tongue, pressing her palm onto his cheek and shaking her head.
Vincent blinked, baffled. The assumptions of this woman were beyond his comprehension.
Can a man not even think about his answer?
"What a shame. You own such handsome features," she sighed, as if it were a problem she felt the need to deal with and not the person who was facing her.
