News of Viscount Ferrier's arrest reached Count Lyman's residence after breakfast.
In the study, Count Lyman sat upright behind his desk, weariness showing on his face.
The tea in his hand had gone completely cold.
The count stared at it without any inclination to drink.
"Ferrier was arrested at dawn today. Those mad dogs from the Inquisition dragged him straight out of bed. They have witnesses and physical evidence! The Church moved faster than I expected, and more ruthlessly."
Lyman's voice sounded somewhat panicked.
"We must leave the Royal Capital immediately! I've already arranged an escape route. We leave now, or it'll be too late!"
After speaking, he stared straight at Veylin.
But Veylin sat on the sofa diagonally across from him, stirring his hot milk tea with a small silver spoon.
Looking back at Lyman, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Why was someone who normally seemed so shrewd and calculating this panicked today?
Was the Church in this world especially powerful?
He could only patiently analyze their current situation for Lyman, point by point.
"Uncle, there's no need to worry so much. We're nowhere near the point of fleeing yet. Lilia and I sensed the danger last night, so we've already destroyed all the evidence related to the auction."
"Viscount Ferrier has survived in the mire of the Royal Capital for years. He's no fool. Unless he's cornered with no way out, he won't readily reveal the truth. Besides, nothing he knows can implicate Klein."
"So the so-called witnesses the Church has are nothing to fear."
The "anxiety" in Count Lyman's eyes froze for an instant. He straightened, his appraising gaze sharpening.
Veylin did not notice and continued his careful analysis.
"The Church's move looks overwhelming, but it's really all bluster."
"They deliberately leaked the news to