The butler turned his head in confusion and stared at Troys, his eyes full of incomprehension.
"Sorry, Findelter," he said.
"I didn't want to either."
"But your existence could affect us, so we had no choice but to ask you to die—of course, we won't let you die in vain, your death will certainly be valuable, just like Emod's, after all, the one who killed you is an assassin sent by Pang'er, and Pang'er is Dodd's butler, yes, just as you're thinking, our target has always been that Dodd."
Troys spoke with apparent regret, but his face showed not the slightest hint of it, only smug satisfaction.
However, at this moment, the old butler was not paying attention to what Troys said, murmuring incessantly to himself.
"Ed...Edward..."
"Did you say Edward?"
"Of course, we don't know where Edward is, he disappeared so bizarrely."
"Who could know where he is?"
"All this was to deceive you, to make you our pawn."
Troys explained.
He didn't mind elaborating a bit more to a dead man.
