So that was how Viktor and the old man, who had seemed to have no connection, had come to know each other. The same went for the other 13 commoners. Most of them were originally from Rosenheim, so once they returned home, contact had been lost.
"If the conversation you overheard that night was true, then the Lord of Rosenheim made himself a shield so that the man who is now His Grace the Grand Duke could survive. So in the end, it was the late King's order?"
"...I am certain it was Grand Duke Karlus."
Viktor's eyes were filled with conviction.
And I sensed a hint of madness and hatred in them. There was the same faint whiff of danger that had clung to Klugen. If Viktor's hatred ran any deeper, would he start stirring up trouble like Klugen, plotting an assassination?
Thankfully, it didn't seem to have reached that point.
Where Klugen had honed his blade with vengeance, Viktor had chosen seclusion.
Telling him what had happened to Klugen wasn't a good idea.
