Vol. 15 Ch. 4: The Person I Respect

After Elliott finished telling them everything, he let out a long, long sigh.

A trace of fatigue showed on his face. Perhaps he was tired from talking, or perhaps he had been overwhelmed by the powerful emotions of the past.

In contrast to Elliott, who leaned back in his chair, Bridget clasped her hands on the table and bowed over them, pressing them to her forehead. Her beautiful profile was rigid with tension.

"...How awful. So the retainer from back then was... Ah, if it was that man, I can understand how he shared memories with His Highness... He was always by His Highness's side, after all."

Her murmured voice grew fainter and fainter. Bridget covered her eyes with a trembling hand.

"...The real His Highness was already... dead."

A murmur fell from her lips, heavy with sorrow.

Bridget had vaguely realized that the real Felix was dead, but perhaps she still hadn't been able to relinquish hope entirely.

The real His Highness was alive, merely confined somewhere...

"...And to think he took his own life for that retainer's sake..."...