Though his heart was full of questions, Theus showed none of it on his face. He merely glanced at the wooden crates before looking away.
Soon, a young lady dressed like a noble appeared before Theus.
She was not wearing Church attire, only a Candlelight Society holy emblem pinned to her collar.
She wore a dress, but it was a rather plain style, with little lace and no hoop skirt.
Theus glanced at Connor, and the old butler nodded to him.
"This is Miss Beatrice."
Beatrice, who was aboard the ship, lightly lifted her skirt as she strode over to disembark. Then she suddenly spotted Theus on the dock.
She froze for a moment, her gaze sweeping over Theus's elaborate and exquisite attire before lingering on his crest.
Then her steps abruptly weakened. Her body swayed, and after waiting for the maid behind her to catch up, she half-collapsed against her.
The maid hurriedly reached out to support her. Beatrice somehow produced a handkerchief, pressed it to her chest, and was helped off the ship with the frail appearance of someone struggling to breathe.
Theus's throat bobbed. He desperately maintained his expression, but he really was having trouble holding it together.
The woman before him was a Transcendent from the Candlelight Society, an [Investigator] capable of handling bizarre incidents alone. She could charge straight through this crowd in an instant and twist off Theus's head with her bare hands.
Supported by the maid, Beatrice made her way ashore, looking weak enough to faint at any moment.
She stopped before Theus. The two paused, yet neither spoke.
According to noble etiquette, an unmarried young lady could not take the initiative to speak with an unfamiliar nobleman like Theus before they had been formally introduced.
Theus was the same. For nobles, introducing