Returning from the Duke's Castle, beneath the night sky, Madlan and Jeanne did not go to sleep but instead discussed in hushed tones.
"Did you also feel the Duke's reaction was odd?"
"Yes." Madlan frowned, "Wasn't he angry at all? How come he seemed overjoyed, even asking if we had...?"
What Madlan and the others handed over to the Duke was naturally a transcribed copy; the relics preserved by the Nameless Monk and the evidence found in the Blue Blood Monastery were still in Jeanne's chest.
"The appointment is also strange." Jeanne, riding a horse, her beautiful brows furrowed tightly, "How could he appoint Buerwelf as his agent in the camp? Doesn't the Duke know we've detained and punished him?"
"Perhaps he felt Buerwelf stayed in our camp for quite a long time, so he's familiar with the situation?"
