Chapter 1095 - An Account of the Past (2/2)

“No, I didn’t. You were the Shadow Killer, a ghost assassin who made all the nobles in the old king’s city shudder.” Roland left his words unsaid.

“So you flirted with me…”

“To reveal your true nature,” Nightingale said, muffling her snigger. “I was acting. I wanted to let Anna understand what disgusting creatures nobles were. Unfortunately…”

“What are you regretting about? Are you regretting that you failed to persuade Anna to leave Border Town or about your unsuccessful flirting strategy?” Roland grumbled within himself. He said glumly, “So I was indeed lucky.”

“It’s easy to go extreme when holding a grudge against someone,” Nightingale said, justifying her behavior as she patted Roland on the shoulder. “Soon I found you’re as different from the other nobles as me, so I decided to trust you.”

“Shall I say thank you?”

“You’re welcome,” Nightingale replied matter-of-factly. “After I learned about the Pure Witches and someone like Zero, I soon put those childish ideas behind.”

“Really… you did come a long way,” Roland commented with a sigh.

“Why do I have the impression that you aren’t very happy?” Nightingale asked as she leaned forward and peered down at Roland, her hair touching his cheek. “You weren’t very sad a while ago, but you are… now.”

With these words, she quickly slid into the Mist. By the time Roland saw Nightingale again, she was lying on a recliner with a piece of dried fish between her lips, winking at him triumphantly.

Grinding his teeth, Roland got to his feet. He was about to give her a lesson, making her understand who the real King of Graycastle was, when the telephone rang.

It was from the Director of the Administrative Office.

Roland shot Nightingale a “wait-for-me” look and picked up the phone.

“Your Majesty,” Barov’s voice sounded over the phone, “there’s a special guest from the old king’s city who insists on speaking to you.”

Barov, as the Hand of the King, normally did not introduce visitors himself. Intrigued, Roland asked, “Who’s that?”

“The great dramatist, Sir Kajen Fels,” Barov boomed, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Roland’s brows were furrowed. “Why is he here again? Didn’t I make it very clear in my last letter?” thought Roland a bit irritably. He replied, “I have a lot on my plate. If he doesn’t have anything really important…”

“Yes, he does, Your Majesty!” said Barov, who immediately related the purpose of Kajen’s visit to Roland.

“Are you sure?” Roland said, slightly surprised.

“Yes, he truly said so!” The governor answered positively.

Hearing these words, Roland suddenly had an idea. After a moment of silence, he changed his mind and said, “Take him to the castle parlor. I’ll meet him there.”