"My Lord, I still don't understand why you've come here yourself." Durand brushed the snow from his clothes.
Winter had come a bit earlier than usual this year.
Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that for the past few years, the first snow had been arriving earlier and earlier.
But that wasn't what was strange. It was just an early snow, after all.
What truly puzzled him was his Count's attitude toward this trip.
Ever since Count Valentino returned from her visit with Marquis Oscillate, she had seemed distracted and prone to spacing out.
If not for his absolute trust in the Marquis, Durand might have suspected Marquis Oscillate had done something to her.
And now, to deliver a reward of supplies and Soldiers to Sir Robson, Valentino had insisted on coming herself.
Although her presence at Mold Castle wasn't strictly necessary, this seemed like making far too big a deal of things. At least, that's what Durand thought.
