"Oh, right! There's still Miss Audrey's matter!"
Fors belatedly slapped her forehead, remembering what they were supposed to be doing.
"I already dropped plenty of indirect hints just now." Xio sighed. "But that Lorne Dysenk really doesn't seem to have much involvement with aristocratic circles."
"Fors, you should have asked him more about where he was earlier and why he'd been away from Backlund all that time."
"Uh..." Fors was a little embarrassed. She had been so busy daydreaming that she had forgotten all about their actual business.
She tried to get away with acting cute, wheedling, "Xio, isn't that what I have you for?"
A vein bulged on Xio's forehead at that, her face filled with exasperation:
"You're his pen friend! You're the one who can ask most naturally, without arousing suspicion!"
Then she sighed helplessly:
"Looks like we'll have to find a way to keep Miss Audrey in the dark until we get more useful information."
Inside Earl Hall's luxurious mansion.
"Susie~ Dear Susie~ Don't be angry anymore~ I really wasn't rejecting you." Audrey crouched on the floor, looking ingratiatingly at Susie, who was curled up on the carpet.
But Susie merely gave her a languid glance, then continued lying silently on the floor like the most ordinary, dim-witted dog that couldn't understand a word.
When you've finally escaped from a terrifying enemy and joyfully try to leap into your owner's arms for an enthusiastic hug, only for your owner to push you away in disgust and tell you that you stink-do you have any idea how devastating that is?
Can a Spectator get depressed too? Who knows? I'm just a dog!
"Susie..."
Audrey looked dejectedly at the silent golden-haired dog.
She puffed out her cheeks slightly and complained in a low voice, "It's all that Lorne Dysenk's