Miss Puppet’s Trance - I
In the expansive hall that could accommodate thousands, Ansel sat alone in the center of the first row.
Or rather, he was the only one seated in the first row.
For Soren Canaster, who also desired a share in the inheritance distribution of the Duke of Luminaris and his family, no assistance could compare to the presence of Ansel here.
"Although you, Ansel, have your own objectives, you're willing to give me such respect... How should I repay this favor?"
Soren's phantom appeared beside Ansel, donned in a white robe with one leg propped up, he sighed, "You don't fancy Nasema's inheritance either, I don't know what else I could do to assist you."
"Your help last time was already significant," Ansel said with a smile.