"Mr. Diomedes!"
When the stern, square-faced elf heard Iver's voice, he thought for a moment that he was imagining things.
Only after turning around did he helplessly confirm that it was indeed Iver walking toward him.
"Bishop, what are you—"
Diomedes felt a faint flare of anger.
I clearly told you, 'Don't go out, don't go out, don't go out'! Why did you come out in broad daylight and even come straight to me?!
This was practically a direct hint to the Moriarty Father and Son, telling them, "Charles Drost plans to silence Iver." It was a warning to Iver not to give him an excuse during this period... No, it was no longer a hint.
It was an outright statement! And they had clearly agreed to it!
If something truly required him to come in person, couldn't that old thing Oswald have come instead?
He wasn't familiar with Iver. He had passed messages to them partly because he couldn't stand Minister Drost, and partly because of his many years of friendship with Oswald.
The two of them had graduated in the same class of Pope Guards. They had also been close friends since childhood and had been stationed together in a foreign land for a full four hundred years.
Among this batch of Pope Guards serving as guardian elves, they were the only two who had known each other before being transferred there.
If one of them had been a female elf, they would probably even have great-grandchildren by now.
Diomedes could basically confirm that as long as Iver obediently stayed at home, even if the Stibnite People completely seized control of Avalon, Drost most likely still wouldn't dare act against him.
Charles was someone Diomedes had watched over since childhood. He knew the other man's personality well.
Charles