Hearing Abner's words, Edwina's light-blue eyes shifted slightly as she said:
"Does that friend of yours who holds the Card of Blasphemy like collecting Roselle Script manuscripts?
"When I returned to Lenburg earlier, I happened to obtain a page as well..."
With that, she also pulled out a sheet of letter paper and leaned over the table to write and draw.
On the other side, Abner had just finished compiling a page of diary entries. He set down his pen and glanced toward Edwina, only to see her writing in a handwriting that looked somewhat awkward to him:
"September 13. Perhaps because grandparents tend to dote on grandchildren, during these days in Tosk, I have increasingly felt that Ciel's illegitimate son, that little fellow named Atos Sari, resembles me in my youth. Not only in appearance, but also in personality... He is so confident and passionate, focused and driven in everything he does...
"Then I think of Ciel's several legitimate sons who are my actual grandsons... Forget it, better not think about it, lest I be angered to death.
"Tonight, I disguised myself as an ordinary merchant and chatted with the little fellow for a while at the local bishop's ball. I found that although limited by his experience and lacking knowledge about many things, he displayed considerable wisdom and means of handling problems. Such qualities are truly rare in a young man... They should have come from the guidance of his mother, that little girl named Sari...
"Heh, no wonder she could become friends with my Bernadette... What a pity she failed to resist the temptation of my bastard son back then.
"In any case, I am somewhat optimistic about this bargain grandson's future, so I decided to make an additional investment. I issued new orders to the Men