Arthur
A week passed by in a flash since the time Arthur left the Wicker mansion. He and Sila had just finished attending the meeting regarding the crown prince’s debutante. The two shared the same amount of irritation after the meeting had ended, although Arthur’s irritation is also masked with fatigue.
“Damn, that Duke Archi. Does he think cutting the budget for the human trafficking in the Moon Sector would hasten the investigation? We are not desperate to go to such lengths.” Sila grumbled.
Arthur responded to her begrudging comment with a weak laugh. The two then walked towards the café to get some refreshments.
“By the way, Arthur. Is your body alright?” Sila asked. “It has been over a week since you last drank any blood. Don’t you think it’s better to ask the old man a little of
