"You really do know how to find trouble for me."
That evening, in the Duchess's manor in the Tobesk Southern Suburbs, Miss Galina held a teacup as she spoke to Shade, who sat across from her on the sofa.
Shade had just returned from Huntington. The murder at the White King Club had ended with Ms. Martha being arrested, the tobacco merchant and university lecturer being taken away, and the dead count utterly disgraced. Even so, Shade had kept his appointment to visit Mr. Bernhardt's manor.
Holding the cat, Shade thanked Tifa, who was pouring tea, his face full of worry.
"I don't even know how I ran into her. Thinking about it now, rashly coming into contact with a relic that brought Good Luck really wasn't a good idea. I feel like, ever since I walked out of that wine cellar, Destiny had been guiding me into that inexplicable affair, and then I met Miss Sylvia. Does that count as good luck or misfortune?"
"Meow!"
The cat opened its mouth and cried out, displeased that Shade's stroking had slowed.
"That should count as good luck. That young Great Witch seemed to have quite a good impression of you."
Miss Galina had already heard Shade's account. She took a sip of tea with her red lips, then added:
"Every Great Witch who has met you so far has had a favorable impression of you."
"Oh, Miss Galina, don't tease me."
Shade said, then heard Tifa laughing. But when he looked up at the beautiful black-haired Maid, she clearly had no expression at all. Instead, she opened her lovely eyes wide and blinked twice in confusion.
"Speaking of good luck, can I stay at the manor tonight?"
Shade asked. Miss Galina raised an eyebrow.
"What does good luck have to do