When Prince Edessak saw Detective Moriarty put on that distinctive pair of bright red gloves, he was utterly bewildered.
You really are a Nighthawk?
Despite his conflicting emotions, Edessak quickly composed himself. He gave the servant behind him a meaningful glance, forcing his expression back to normal. "What did you wish to discuss with me, Deacon Moriarty? As a member of the Red Gloves, you should know that members of the royal family have always worshipped the Lord of Storms. Matters concerning the royal family are generally handled by the Church of Storms."
"Please don't put it that way, Prince Edessak. We signed a contract."
Klein chuckled. "Besides, you should know the identity of your chosen 'princess consort.' The Church of Evernight personally issued a warrant for her arrest. We also have the authority to take action against her."
Edessak's expression darkened at Klein's words. Only after a long pause did he speak again. "But that isn't what you came here to tell me, is it?"
If the Red Glove before him had truly come to arrest Trissy Cheek, he would hardly have gone to such lengths to appear as a detective among people who might know Edessak, then accept his commission in this manner.
Was it merely a coincidence?
Quite clever. Klein chuckled inwardly and said to Edessak, "Of course not."
"Your Highness, before you argue with me, please think carefully. Why did you fall in love with Trissy so madly, so recklessly?"
"I'm sure you've met many outstanding women. Why, then, did you pursue Trissy so obsessively after meeting her just once, forgetting everyone you once pursued or liked?"
Edessak froze, unable to answer Klein for a moment. He took a deep breath and asked in confusion, "What do you mean, Deacon Moriarty?"
*Even after all those hints,