A few days had passed since our little trip to the Dienin castle ended. I was in my study tending to some papers when the door was knocked upon.
"Come in," I said. Sadly, this action of mine reminded me of Ban Ket Hall who was pretty much the same in this regard.
"Should I wear glasses to show people how it's done?" I mused, signing another paper.
"Is that a jab, young master?"
I shifted my gaze up to see the glasses-clad friend. The current 'leader' and the brains of the Dark Moon Bandit-slash-Information agency that was spreading its influence all through the country.
His name was, Glasses. I guess it was.
"Glasses, sit."
Glasses pulled back a chair and sat across the table with a wad of papers between us. I fixed the files in my hands, pulled out a page from my notepad, and wrote down some corrections before tossing it on another pile.
