After seeing Dunn off, Luther finally enjoyed a peaceful sleep.
When he woke, the sky was already bright. After breakfast, Luther packed his luggage and said goodbye to his sister.
He put on a black trench coat and a top hat. The man in the mirror was so handsome he practically sparkled. After admiring himself, Luther smiled casually, picked up his suitcase, stopped in the entryway, and turned back to Cecilia.
"I'm leaving, Cecilia. I'll probably be back in four or five days. Take good care of yourself at home. Hmm, I'll bring back a gift. Is there anything you want?"
"Anything is fine." Cecilia, dressed in a plain-colored dress, saw him to the door and straightened his collar. "What I want more is for you to come back safely."
Unlike the Moretti siblings, Cecilia knew that her brother's work was extremely dangerous, so she worried even more.
"Don't worry. Two colleagues are going with me, and our usual work isn't all that dangerous..."
"Brother, why did you change shirts?"
Cecilia, who had been fixing his collar, suddenly noticed something unusual and asked curiously.
Ah, I changed it that night...
Luther immediately realized that the shirt he was wearing now had been borrowed from Leonard at the security company. He had already thrown away the bloodstained, torn shirt from the night he was stabbed. Panic rose in his heart, but he smiled without changing expression. "Oh, that? I accidentally tore it while training with my combat instructor, so I wore one of his shirts."
Fortunately, he had thought quickly, and the explanation made sense. Cecilia did not notice anything wrong. She only sighed. "Brother, you shouldn't just throw it away either. You could have brought it back and turned it into rags or patches..."
Sis, our family no longer has