Kovishik quickly pursed the corners of his lips, as if responding to Trion's anticipation with a flashing smile.
"Your home is truly quiet today," Kovishik said. "Every time I come, it's packed with distinguished guests. A desolate appearance like today's actually makes me feel somewhat unaccustomed..."
"Everyone's been running over to Old Irene's estate these past two days," Trion said. "She's arranging a marriage for her grandson, and everyone's inquiring whose daughter it actually is—"
"I heard," Kovishik looked away as if nonchalantly, "that the inspector's accompanying family member has also frequently visited the estate lately?"
"Accompanying family member?"
Trion thought for a moment before realizing Kovishik was referring to Hesta. He suddenly burst into an exaggerated laugh—Kovishik, this young reader who always bustled about and made appearances before the throne, still did not know that the inspector had swapped identities with her close companion the moment she entered District 12.
"What are you laughing at?" Kovishik looked at the baron with some concern.
Trion laughed for a long time before stopping. He waved his hand—he suddenly thought that if the old governor hadn't intentionally reminded him of this matter, he would probably be just as kept in the dark as Kovishik right now. However, the old governor didn't mention why Hesta had done this, nor did he ask.
He hadn't mentioned this matter to Fatima yet, as he always worried that Fatima couldn't keep a secret and might carelessly reveal to the other party that she already knew Hesta's background.
"Just thought of this person and found it rather interesting," Trion said with a smile. "You know, she seems to really like the pastries Fatima makes..."
"I also heard that she recently frequently visits Governor Arevalo. Do you know about this?"
Trion coughed. "I don't go around inquiring about