"? But I am talking with the Ninth. I've been wanting to do that but you forbade it-… hm?" — Seeing the stack she took out, the man stopped, sneering since he knew she communicated through it. — "Wait, your Highness, the Precious Ninth is writing something, I cannot leave now."
[ Has Sir Biel been aiding the Crown Prince for long? ]
"… I have, that is why I am his right hand…"
"My Lady, he is like a secretary. It is not much he does."
"Sure. A secretary that infiltrates countries and goes to war with you."
"There is no need to say that much. That you do out of like."
[ If so, were you also aiding in my search, Sir Biel? ]
"… Yes. It was an unfortunate event. Yet it is why it pleases me to see you fairing well." — While answering her, the eyes of the man met the prince's, this time dubious at the questions being asked, listening to the whispers Zeleskiaz would tell while the Lady wrote some others.