"That's odd, Helena, how did you find out about the contract between the Church and the Manstein Medicaments?"
"It was Charles who told me; he's always been well-informed."
"Oh, I see..."
Cold sweat broke out on the Great Prince's forehead; he hadn't expected Levin to suddenly bring up the matter, and just by coincidence, Archbishop Brandon was nearby. Judging from his subtle facial expressions, he had undoubtedly overheard something.
"Ahem, Archbishop Brandon, this is..."
Archbishop Brandon acted as if he hadn't heard and continued pacing near the door, occasionally glancing down the corridor, until Butler Knicks appeared. He then heaved a sigh of relief, stepped forward quickly, took the toast, and said to Great Prince Charles, "Your Highness, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave."
"Ah... of course."
