Shadows of Caldwell

Even if they were people he didn't like, Abel couldn't just turn away. Since this was a place arranged by Princess Justia, appropriate courtesy was necessary.

He wrote a very polite letter to Alice Saltrey—a polite refusal to meet. Leaving the Duchy of Crawford was faster than anticipated and different from his past experiences.

"Wow! How could you leave me in the pit of evil?" Cordell McNeil exclaimed indignantly.

If they left things as they were, it seemed like Cordell would keep complaining the whole way back. Abel tried to comfort him, but his words were a bit harsh.

"A pit of evil? Is that what Lady Alice is like? Haha! How rude of you to say that about the Marquis of Saltrey."

"No, I said it because there's no other way to describe it. It's acceptable to curse the king behind his back."

"Oh, so you've seen His Majesty the Emperor's scar?"

"Huh? When did I ever do that? I mean, that's just how things are."