Bianca Conti looked troubled. She had come without an appointment, yet she was polite and had waited in the city for days to be summoned. But the person she came to see had ignored and avoided her, and then disappeared.
It would have been one thing if he had met her and said he held a grudge against the Empire, but this was a first. Disappearing without a word about whether he would meet her or not?
“I am sorry. The Commander is away on a request.”
“Didn’t you say he was here until yesterday?”
The man with brown hair and large eyes sighed and slowly shook his head. The gesture was so natural. It was a smile that seemed to say he hadn’t known things would turn out this way, that he too was a victim.
Bianca Conti, a noble and matchmaker from the Empire, had dealt with countless people who wore masks even when not at a masquerade, but it had been a long time since she had seen someone hide their true intentions as perfectly as the man before her. Just from his words, he seemed to be the wronged party.
“Well, he’s not one to report his every move. Hoo, you might have guessed from his name alone, but he’s a bit strange in the head.”