Marquess Helmut was increasingly convinced that something had happened to Duke Kleo, something pleasant. It was obvious when he met him in Sirin although in a different context. Strangeness after oddity he has collected.
"He shouldn't look calm and relaxed when dealing with the plague that has attacked Sirin, especially if it affects the harvest for tax payments," Marquess Helmut muttered on the way back to his residence. "He's never been like this before. Taxes were part of his commitment to the king, and he always put these first. Then why did he suddenly change so drastically?"
His mind drifted, diving into the dark and untouched ocean trough, unknowingly spending a lot of time just daydreaming. Various possibilities emerged in his mind, but all of them still sounded weak to be used as an excuse, so he buried them deeply.
