"That word doesn't sound like something that should come out of your mouth."
Lady was trying to blow triangular smoke rings. She had already heard about what happened. Lady had thought everyone on the ship would die silently on that island, but unexpectedly, a great many had returned. And instead of seeking revenge after coming back, Lappland had gone to help someone else.
"As a blade, you've grown dull, Lappland."
She set down her cigar, allowing the precious tobacco leaves to burn in the air. The firelight was dim, releasing an intoxicating fragrance.
"Lady, I hope you won't regret saying that after you see what I'm about to do."
"Are you trying to prove yourself?"
"I never do anything that boring. I'm just doing what I want."
Lappland took the dossier from Lady. The yellowed paper felt rough against her palm. Lappland lowered her head and looked at it. After glancing only once at the man's current address, she released it and handed the dossier back to Lady.
"I'll deal with this first."
Lappland took her leave.
Her destination was not Siracusa, but neighboring Milan. It made sense—after swindling so much money, he had to find somewhere to spend it, preferably far away from his victims. She quietly set off, her driving skills no less impressive than a messenger's.
Her destination was the Colosseum Ruins.
Lappland liked this place very much. In the dying sunlight, she spotted the man flirting with a Lupo girl who looked like a university student. Lappland did not approach immediately. With a reed stem between her teeth, she carefully studied the man's radiant smile.
How lovely.
She followed them patiently, passing through the crumbling ancient colosseum and arriving at a restaurant. The couple sat in the northeast corner, while Lappland took a seat in the