Assath did not have a particularly deep impression of Griffith.
As far as he remembered, Griffith was Nosta's direct subordinate, and had entered the castle through Nosta's personal recommendation. Over the past dozen years or so, Assath had seen Griffith very few times.
This directly caused Assath to be quite puzzled by Griffith's current behavior.
A key?
What key?
Not only was there a question mark written all over his face, but his mind was also filled with question marks.
"Count, you know what I'm asking about." Griffith's expression was extremely resolute, with a viciousness that suggested he would erupt and kill at the slightest disagreement.
But Assath could only let out a bitter laugh. "I don't know what key you're talking about... But if you really need a key, there are plenty in the desk drawers in the library. Go take whichever one you want. They're all yours."
"Yulia!" Griffith slowly exhaled. "Yulia has already told me everything!"
"What?" Assath was shocked. "That's impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible." Griffith chuckled. "I know everything about your and Nosta's identities. I even know how you came to this world."
Assath frowned deeply. "She... She really told you everything?"
"That's right." Griffith nodded. "Count, I know you've always wanted to return to your homeland. And I want to leave this place too. Why don't we work together?"
Assath did indeed want to return to the City of Freedom. The problem was, he did not know how to get back.
"Work together? How?" he asked with a bitter smile. "I don't even have a clue how to return."
Griffith said, "Count, I know you won't easily believe me. After all, this concerns a secret... Please look at this."
As he spoke, Griffith brought his palm to his mouth. Then, right in front of Assath,