When Marguerite looks at Aedan, her mouth shaping the word freedom generously, her eyes seem to hold a certain slyness. A cunningness reminding of a fox. Yet instead of feeling unpleasant, Aedan can't help but feel his chest swell.
Marguerite doesn't speak, waiting for him to answer with a sly smirk on her face.
Aedan suddenly feels on guard, why has she said that? It's impossible for her to know anything about his situation. He made sure to hide it well.
As if reading his mind, Marguerite smiles knowingly before speaking finally.
"I recently received an interesting letter."
In fact, Marguerite received no letter. She had remembered big foot's words and thought about them for a while before making a realization.
"Armel seems to be pressuring you."
Yes, she realized that Armel was behind their boss' fall of grace. Though she has no idea why, nor does she even know the identity of that noble, but she isn't about to admit to that.
