I approached the window and looked closely. A silhouette stood there.
Its slanted posture seemed somewhat impudent.
"Who is it? If a fight breaks out now, it'll be tough."
I sighed and watched further. I definitely felt a presence. Was it doing this on purpose?
"I have the holy relics, so let's bluff."
I opened the window. As soon as I opened it, someone emerged from the shadows.
It was a familiar face.
"Greetings, Lord Vane."
It was Kelsas.
I wondered who it was, and it was you? I got nervous for nothing. Haa, give me back my tension.
I rested my arm on the windowsill and asked Kelsas.
"Well, we meet often, don't we?"
"I did come to see you."
"At this hour? To talk about life over some drinks and dried shrimp?"
"Hmm. Whether it'll be about life, or about your life in prison, we'll have to see what the future holds, won't we?"
The atmosphere instantly sank. As expected, he came about that matter.
