When the young master mentioned "classmate," a suspicious flush appeared on his fair face.
A flicker of amusement passed through Butler Prang's eyes.
Naturally, he knew that the young master was so eager to deliver this letter because it came from the girl in his class whom he secretly liked.
It was precisely because of this "motivation" that the young master had forced himself to come to Night Mountain in the middle of the night.
This was... youth.
Butler Prang sighed inwardly, his gaze drifting leisurely to the young master's breast pocket, where the corner of a pale white envelope could be seen.
This was the letter the young master was about to deliver to the master.
When he saw that letter, Butler Prang's expression grew slightly grave.
Before coming here, he had already known who had sent the letter to the master.
—Uriel.
He was also the uncle of the female classmate the young master secretly liked.
The fact that she could be in the same class as the young master meant their social standing was on the same level. Under normal circumstances, her family could have mailed a letter directly to the master.
Yet they had taken such a roundabout route, asking the young master to pass it along. There was clearly something fishy about it.
As for why it was fishy.
Butler Prang, who had served Master Glaimo for most of his life, knew perfectly well.
Glaimo and Uriel could not stand the sight of each other. It had not reached the point where they wanted each other dead, but whenever the master heard Uriel's name, he flew into a rage.
After all, it was because of Uriel that the eldest young lady had vanished without a trace.
If Uriel had sent the letter directly to Glaimo,