Still dazed and a little suspicious, Fang Ran looked at Adeline's calm, cool expression and spoke with silent exasperation at her strange point of concern:
"You're not going to ask about anything important? Like what trouble I ran into when I suddenly disappeared that night?"
"I believe that with your strength, young master, you would be fine no matter what danger you encountered."
I almost died this time, okay?
Thinking back to the overwhelming pressure of three A-rank Sky Numbers gathered together—a true life-or-death crisis compared to Midnight Illusion—Fang Ran could not help sweating at her baseless confidence.
"But speaking of important matters, regarding that stolen contract, had you already recovered it long ago, young master?"
Hearing Adeline finally bring up something important, Fang Ran had not expected her to ask about that contract. At her question,
he raised an eyebrow and asked in return,
"Why do you ask?"
Her beautiful, aloof face remained tranquil as Adeline raised her eyes to look at him and answered honestly:
"Whether when we first learned that the contract had been stolen or while preparing for the ball, young master, you did not seem particularly worried about it."
"So I was wondering whether you had already recovered it, or whether... from the very beginning, you were certain you had a way to retrieve it in the end."
That's an awfully accurate guess.
Hearing Adeline say that, Fang Ran immediately broke into an internal cold sweat. When he had first learned that the issue was merely a stolen contract, he really had instantly used The Create to make another one.
Realizing once again that the Imperial Chief Administrator was indeed no simple person, and recalling Queen's warning not to reveal The Create,
Fang Ran lifted his black tea again and gave a vague reply:
"More