Chapter 246: Rinella’s Destiny is Her Own (39)

As usual, the Imperial administrator, Arthur, spoke in a weary voice.

“…That is impossible.”

“A Dark Priest has been found, and yet the Central Army won’t come?”

Recently, the meeting room in the Percus Manor had effectively become Arthur’s office.

So, I was currently conversing with Arthur in this makeshift workspace.

One noticeable change since Arthur took over the meeting room was the presence of a sleeping bag in one corner.

It was a luxury item made from the fur of the ‘Silver Duck,’ a creature native to the Northern region. I had heard that only a select few adventurers, who treated sleeping on the street as if it were a routine, owned such an item.

To think that the result of the luxury that the Imperial Administrator, said to be the top mind in the Empire, was nothing more than a sleeping bag.

The fact that the top mind of the Empire’s administration had no better luxury than a sleeping bag highlighted how frequently he resorted to such accommodations when working outside his usual environment

Arthur was renowned for confining himself to the meeting room, even while at the Percus Manor. Ostensibly, this was to maintain the confidentiality of documents.

Naturally, he couldn’t stay in a comfortable guest room.

He always languidly fell asleep in the sleeping bag placed in the corner of the meeting room. Perhaps his sleeping hours had grown shorter recently; the dark circles under his eyes were becoming more pronounced by the day.

In some ways, it was evident that Arthur was suffering.

Nevertheless, despite his condition, I had no choice but to demand more effort from Arthur due to the extraordinary situation we faced.

“Do you mean you don’t trust my testimony? As you mentioned before, it is rare for individuals associated with the Dark Order to exist to such an extent on this continent…”

“There’s no way I mean it like that.”

That was Arthur’s statement.