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In such deep night, a layer of pale gray mist occasionally obscured the white glow of the moonlight, causing the parlor to flicker between light and shadow.
Three people sat at the ends of the sofa next to the glass walls.
"Do you know Mr. Nigel, the executioner of Lord Tiffany?"
Lanci inquired of Countess Rosalinda.
He still had a favorable impression of the sergeant major who had spared him and Tata.
If that executioner had truly been of a cruel nature, he wouldn't have hesitated so much upon seeing Lixancy's apparent recovery.
Having accepted the commission, Lanci would naturally help Talia investigate the cause behind the Demon Race's curse-induced madness, and executioner Nigel could likely be a valuable source of information.