Chapter 92
The elderly butler and two young knights sat around a dining table located in the main wing. Their fellow employees were all asleep, but it would be a sleepless night for this trio. The situation was difficult to cope with while sober, so Dymon had brought over three bottles of wine. They divided the bottles between them and as if they had made some sort of unspoken agreement, nobody spoke until they had each emptied their first cup. More accurately, they were unable to speak up until that point and they all drank with blank expressions.
“I mean, if we’re being honest, isn’t it common knowledge that His Grace has a terrible personality? Everyone knows that.”
Ronya was the first to break the silence. Dymon and Janzten nodded their heads.
“But why didn’t he hide it from his own wife? It’s the one thing he should’ve kept hidden! Did he think she would react well to it?”
The two men nodded again.
“Locked her up because he couldn’t kill her… what are we going to do?”
