Zayden brought James with him outside of the mansion where the knight sent by Duke Danman stood.
When James spotted the silhouette from afar, he exclaimed, "Yuang?!"
"You know him?"
James nodded, eyes glued on the blonde-haired man standing beside the wooden carriage.
"He used to work with me."
"As a spy?"
James chuckled before continuing.
"No. We started to work as helpers in the kitchen."
"Hmm? He sure achieved a good job if he started in that position," Zayden glanced at James.
The man shook his head, eyes shut tight as if he was recalling memories he had forgotten until now.
"He helped the Duke with all his crazy fantasies."
"…Like?"
"Like chaining up servants and…" James's stomach twisted. He had seen it. Those horrible, terrific, vulgar acts unfolded before his eyes.
Zayden's steps faltered, eyes narrowing.
The Duke, known among the high society, was a nobleman, a respectable one. Even if greed ran in his veins, he wouldn't hurt anyone.
