Aldrich followed Edmund and Olivia to a spacious room lined with sofas and tables.
Both the men sat down opposite each other while Ms. Wells went outside to bring the required documents herself. It felt like she wasn't the director, but a secretary in front of the men occupying the room. But none could have complained about the situation. After seeing the things that happened a few minutes ago, it was only natural to do so.
Baron Edmund's eyes were down, pointed at the shiny table. He could have seen his face reflected by it if he weren't lost in his thoughts. The scene of a fist and his lance couldn't go away from his vision. Like a video on loop, it kept repeating itself in his memory. And it could have gone for a long time if it weren't for the question asked by the Masked Menace.
"You talked with Matsumoto Sho before arriving here?"
"Yeah… Wait! How do you know I talked to him?"
