The voice was firm and distinct.
The people around exchanged glances.
Arthur, holding a cat, maintained a smile.
"Is it because you swore an oath?"
The old man looked at Arthur approvingly and nodded.
"That's right.
This concerns the honor of several nobles, I cannot calmly tell anyone—I can only say, this cheque and the one from that year were made extremely similarly.
Even, one could say they are identical.
It must be those two escapees committing a crime once again.
One of their accomplices has already died, yet they still have not repented!"
The old man said with a smile toward Arthur.
Then, without waiting for anyone to respond, the old man used his cane to support his body and slowly walked out.
"I'm going to continue my card game."
"If you're interested, you can join."
