After the nighttime meeting with Amanda, four days passed and nothing special happened, at least not in a general sense. However, thirty-two funerals took place. Those were the unfortunate ones who met a sad end at the hands of the hooded figures.
This news made many feel guilty about the grand party they had, but that didn't last long, and soon everyone returned to their normal routines.
As for me, I don't really care about that, especially because I've been thinking about that idiotic plan to execute another one.
"Let's see what you'll say this time," I said, looking at a yellow letter with a stamp depicting an owl in the upper right corner. The content of the letter was as follows:
"Thank you very much for your services, Guild Master Dantalian Lancaster-Steele. Through this letter, I, Duchess Marian Sinclair Beaumont, invite you to discuss the recent incident and also reward you for your splendid performance."
