As the wagon rattled through the county roads, Leena and Falko exchanged looks filled with quiet unease. Countess Leona's words about the Hornguffler—now revealed to be an incubus—lingered in their minds.
Leena crossed her arms, eyes narrowed in thought. "It's strange, isn't it? Of all places, why Countess En-Shelda's county? The main capital would be more obvious, or another county with a larger population."
It was not a suspicion born out of unwanted reason, as both of them had valid reason to believe that something might be wrong in this contract.
"Right." Falko nodded, glancing out at the rolling hills and scattered villages they passed. "Seems like it's bound to this area somehow."
"I guess we need to investigate about this until mother bring some result," Leena said.
