"There is no need to worry about the organization," Mr. Pratt said. "All you need to think about is your legs."
"You— Do you understand what you are saying right now?"
"I do. The organization will stand with Miss Lin and… if the Duke chose to support us, we will do our best to support the Duke in his future endeavors too."
The Duke frowned.
"I understand the Duke's hesitation." Mr. Pratt said. "But the Empire has changed. Everything is slowly changing. The Blessed ones have become… different. They are no longer the people who promised to help the people. Don't you think this is what the Goddess wanted?"
The Duke said nothing. And for a moment, the two men inside the room maintained their silence, each having their own thoughts.
"The rumor about the disease… is it true?"
"Disease?" Mr. Pratt lifted an eyebrow.
"The one that was from the slaves from the south."
"Ah… and here I thought his Blessedness did a decent job at hiding it."
