The man who had nearly clashed with three vagrants and been beaten to death in the dead of night was indeed the Roselle Gustav Charlotte knew.
Instead of his usual waistcoat, breeches, and stockings, he wore black clothes beneath a long, unremarkable coat. When he spoke earlier, he had also lowered his voice, which was tinged with anger and tension, making him difficult to recognize at first.
Roselle likewise looked her up and down, his gaze moving between her oversized men's coat, trousers, and the delicate face beneath her hat brim. "Why are you dressed like that? I almost didn't recognize you-"
This outfit is at the cutting edge of fashion in Trier. Even Her Majesty the Queen complimented me- Charlotte's expression stiffened. She casually gathered the coat across her chest and turned the question back on him. "Why are you in the Old District in the middle of the night, carrying a firearm?"
In the Intis Kingdom, wearing a sword symbolized noble status and authority, but openly carrying a gun was considered uncouth. Most cities, including Suhit City, had laws restricting the practice.
With enough gold, ordinary citizens could buy firearms too. Unlike cold weapons, which required lengthy training to wield proficiently, any firearm aimed from a window, rooftop, or street corner could easily take a noble's life.
That's why nobles are always talking about honorable duels. They'll even toss a sword to a commoner and claim they're willing to set aside their status for a fight, but they won't face a gun barrel- As Charlotte grumbled inwardly, her eyes suddenly lit up.
She had thought of another way to improve her strength besides acting as an "Arbiter" and advancing her sequence as quickly as possible.
Watching Charlotte's expression brighten until she even smiled, Roselle blinked suspiciously, tucked his