"Your complexion doesn't look very good, Mr. Francis."
Looking at Francis before him, Fang Zheng remarked casually. Then he made a gesture, and Asakura Ryoko quickly came over with a cup of coffee for him. In fact, just as Fang Zheng had said, Francis looked extremely disheveled. His face was pale, his head drenched in sweat, and even his clothes were rumpled. He looked like a lover who had been caught cheating by the spouse and had jumped out the window to escape.
"Have some coffee first. It might help you feel better."
"Th-thank you..."
Francis took a deep breath, picked up the coffee, and drank a few sips. He finally relaxed somewhat, then nervously glanced at Nymph and Asakura Ryoko beside Fang Zheng.
"Well, I have some private matters..."
"It's fine, Mr. Francis. They're my assistants, and they both know quite a bit about this sort of thing."
"I-is that so..."
Hearing Fang Zheng's answer, Francis nodded. Then he set down the box in his hands, took out a document from his coat, and handed it to Fang Zheng. At the same time, Francis told Fang Zheng about what he had experienced over the past few days.
After the nightmare in Innsmouth, Francis had been deeply shaken. To distract himself, he gave up the rest of his journey and immediately began tracing his roots. He found his family in Arkham and started investigating his ancestry. Then Francis discovered information that horrified him beyond measure.
His mother's family—one of his ancestors had married a woman from Arkham with the surname Marsh. And Marsh was precisely the surname of the family that the drunken old man in Innsmouth had mentioned as Innsmouth's true rulers. Not only that, the old man had also told Francis that the head of the Marsh family