"What do I have to worry about? Everyone knows I, Roselle, keep my nose clean."
"See my finger?"
Dubois held up his middle finger.
Edward remembered something just then and said, "Oh, right, Mr. Gustav, please do me the honor of attending the next banquet I host."
"Of course!"
Roselle readily agreed. "Hey! A haunted house no one dares live in, and Dubois here waiting on me as a servant. Just thinking about it sounds interesting. Don't you agree, Dubois?"
"Well, I rented that villa on Rose Street when I first came to Trier and didn't know any better. I'll be moving to Jade Street soon, so even if I host a banquet, it'll probably have to be there."
"That's a real shame, then."
Roselle shrugged. "Oh, Klein, stop calling me Mr. Gustav all the time. It sounds so distant. Just call me Roselle. I consider you a friend now."
Tsk, this feels strange.
If I'd known, I wouldn't have used Klein's name.
Edward bent slightly in a bow. "Good night, then, Roselle."
With that, he struggled into the carriage with Dubois's support. The coachman gave a light shout, and the carriage slowly began moving, heading into the darkness in the distance.
Once the carriage vanished, the smile faded from Roselle's face. He turned toward Zaratul, who stood to one side, invisible to others, and asked, "Is there anything suspicious about this Klein Sparrow?"
Chapter 483: Taking Zaratul Down in an Instant
"What do you mean by suspicious?"
Roselle folded his arms. "Heh, he got an invitation to my family's banquet through Dubois, happened to stumble onto a murder scene on his very first visit, and then just happened to save Bernadette. Why does it all feel like too much of a coincidence?"
Zaratul shook his head. "At least my