In the Same Bed

Late at night.

The lantern cast a red glow over the dim room.

Even though the world had sunk into the dead of night, the confidential conversation within the Edelheid Cartel showed no sign of ending anytime soon.

Though calling it a confidential conversation was somewhat generous; it was closer to a one-sided round of mockery.

“Sir Leon, did you know?”

“Know what?”

“How much Miss Renoa searched for you after you parted ways?”

“Vivi.”

“How much did she search?”

“She wouldn't eat, thinking of you, and cried and wailed every night. It was truly an unbelievable ordeal. I had such a hard time consoling her.”...