Perhaps it was because of the heavy rain last night.
Even by ten in the morning, the streets of Roth Fort could hardly be called warm.
The servants of the Viscount's manor had either been taken away or dismissed, so Annan and Salvatore temporarily could not find a coachman to take them out.
Fortunately, the Viscount's residence was not far from the home of the tax officer, Jerome Notre Dame.
Annan and his companion were not the fussy type.
They strolled leisurely towards their destination.
"Don't you need to tend to your guards? They achieved great merit last night."
Salvatore said offhandedly.
Annan chuckled lightly, "They're probably still not awake."
"...And it's nearly noon?"
Salvatore turned back in surprise, looking at his companion, "Are you that lenient with them?"
"No, I just guess... They probably didn't sleep well after returning last night."
The black-haired, blue-eyed young lord smiled at Salvatore.
