"After all these years, all the resentment had come to an end. But in the end, they still wanted to make things difficult for me, which was why they made this request."
"Yes. As long as one had money, finding some down-and-out nobleman to read a eulogy was not difficult. So this could only be considered a minor inconvenience. They probably hoped Mr. Wosente could be buried as soon as possible."
Shade agreed. In a place like Tobesk, there was no shortage of nobles, and Mrs. Wosente had no shortage of Gold Pounds.
He lifted his teacup and pretended to drink, though he was actually thinking. After setting it down, he asked:
"So you want me to go?"
"Yes, you. Hamilton of Leijed."
Shade cautiously shook his head.
"Sorry, though a knight counted as a noble, he ultimately had no title. Why not find one of those barons desperate for money? I imagine that would not be difficult."
Mrs. Wosente gave her answer.
"Indeed, it would not be difficult, and I am willing to pay. But this is my husband's funeral. I still wish to find someone sufficiently upright, kind, and of good character to read the eulogy, rather than some stranger who works for money. After Lavend introduced you to me, I could not think of anyone more qualified. I have read the newspapers. You are quite admirable."
Shade agreed with that as well, not because she had praised him, but because if he had to choose, he too would have wanted the person reading a eulogy at his funeral to be a reputable good man.
Especially since he had been making quite a splash in the newspapers lately, so it was perfectly reasonable for Mrs. Wosente to seek him out through a friend's introduction.
"Originally, I had wanted