Chapter 65


    Raymond Saytes.


    With the door to the side, Raymond frowned.


    Do you have to go as far as say something like that and insist on conversing thiste at night?


    Because you keep avoiding me.


    ring at Raymond, she pushed the door open and made her way inside.


    I was so sad that I could cry. Cant you see how my feelings have been hurt.


    If you really have shed tears, then Id understand.


    Would shedding tears make you offer a cup of tea?


    Please have a cup. Itste at night though, so Ill add some milk.


    And, the door closed.


    Raymond turned around and headed towards the hot water. He had no luggage in the room. Certainly, there were only three sets of clothes inside the closet, and all of his belongings would fit in just one bag.


    On the table, there was a watch, a pair of gloves, some documents, and a hot water bottle with a warmer wrapped around it. Rather than something from here at Ises vi, it was a dull-looking bottle used by military personnel.


    Most of the luggage would be carried by Xenon, but his belongings were still too few. As if he was ready to leave at any given time. Because Ises vi was not his home. It was a ce hed one day leave.


    Even this aspect was definitely the same as how she remembered it. But, no. The person inside this familiar ce was not entirely familiar. Carynne wasnt confident whether she was just figuring things out after seeing it, or whether everything she could remember was just one huge bout of dj vu.


    Perhaps guessing her thoughts as she stared nkly, Raymond handed her a cup and spoke.


    Theres no particr reason. Its not like I dont trust Mister Verdic in this small territory. I just pack lightly.


    As he uttered the unprompted excuse, he poured the hot water and made tea. It was a simple cup of tea that tasted neutral enough, worth neither like nor dislike. It was a bit unfortunate that she couldnt drink the tea that she usually enjoyed, but enjoying things that are popr werent always as bad.


    Raymond started off with a topic for their conversation.


    Mister Verdic has been interested in the coffee industrytely.


    Its going to be difficult.


    Carynne traced her memories. This business venture wouldnt be very sessful for Verdic. There was a time when Ise took some to present to a salon, but the new vor was an acquired taste only for some aristocrats and some of the middle-ss. Moreover, it couldnt be mass produced to the public.


    Hearing Carynnes answer, Raymond asked curiously.


    Why is that?


    Ah, damn. Carynne berated herself for inadvertently answering again. She pretended to know, for no reason at all. This conversation wasnt anything important anyway. She was just trying to remember things from the past, but then she pointed it out. In the end, people would find it difficult to tell their own stories, but they loved to point out whats the truth and whats not. She felt somewhat disillusioned towards herself.


    It has dark pigment, so its easy to mix and sell with other low-grade things. Its easier to replicate at a lower qualitypared to clear tea. Thats why the public wont partake in it easily.


    Is that a metaphor pertaining to yourself?


    No, Im just showing off.


    Did he think that shed get surprised if he caught her off-guard? Carynne answered calmly nheless. There was a grin on Raymonds lips as he brought his cup of tea to them.


    So, you didnt fall for it, Carynne said.


    Please dont do that again. Confessing to me, and opening my door.


    Youre amazing, arent you. I want to apud you.


    But contrary to what she said, she didnt p. She just drank her hot tea.


    Raymond wasnt a picky eater. Ises the one whos quite picky. <i>A woman raised to be so prim like you just isnt good!</i> was something shed say. No, well, would it be better to grow up to be so rugged then? Carynne wondered, momentarily thinking to herself.


    Youve got a funny expression.


    What do you think of a woman whos very picky with her food?


    I dont particrly care for a woman who acts in that way.


    In the midst of the courteous and lighthearted mood, what she wanted to say was out of ce. In the middle of the yful conversation, Carynne felt a chilly looke her way. It wouldnt be good if Raymond acted this way. Amidst theughter was a sharp knife, and the people who behaved casually were utterly different. Thetter was dangerous.


    His suspicions are raised.


    Which part? Until where?


    She was curious about that. Carynne and Raymond continued to exchangeughter and conversation inside this space, but it felt as if they were each holding a gun to the others head.


    <i>Tak.</i>


    Setting down the teacup, Raymond stood to his feet.


    Would you like another cup?


    Carynne looked down at the teacup that she hadnt touched yet. Raymond also looked a little awkward as he filled her cup for a second time.


    Hm, nevertheless. Lets have one then, a conversation.


    What happened during that time, how did ite to that?


    What are you talking about?


    As expected, Raymond was being sly. Carynne red at Raymond as he responded with the same tone she had earlier. She was already tired of having to continue hearing this kind of joke.


    Dont feign ignorance. Im talking about Miss Ise.


    Carynne felt the grip of her hand on the teacup tighten.


    How much did he know?


    And, if he did know something, what did he want?


    Why was Raymond different from the Raymond Carynne knew until now?


    She had so many questions. She wanted to grab Raymond by the cor and shake him if she could. It was at times like this that shed grow so angry at the fact that she was a woman. She wanted to use brute force, but she couldnt do that here because men were physically stronger.


    Goodness, I thought this was a secret rendezvous after youve whispered your love to me. Youre just curious about that after all.


    Youre injured.


    Was he seriously still talking nonsense? In the end, Carynne couldnt help but glower.


    If you want, should I take my clothes off?


    I would wee that with open arms No, no, never mind. You dont truly have to take it off.


    Dun would have weed it without any hesitation. Inevitably, this man was brazen when it came to words, but weak-hearted when it came to the decisive part. At least, it was like that whenever it came to Carynne.


    You fought with Miss Ise.


    It wasnt a fight. I took a one-sided beating. You see, its all because you couldnt keep your fiance on a leash


    And your foot?


    Miss Ise stepped on it that night.


    But at the end of that day, wasnt it you who saw Miss Isest? What time did youst see her then?


    What a clumsy leading question. Carynne felt the tension in her body ease up.


    I wasnt thest one who saw her. It was Dun. Why are you pretending as if this is something significant? Its offensive.


    Pretend, you say. Thats funny. Reverend Dun never testified to that.


    What?


    Raymond guffawed exaggeratedly. His voice was strained.


    Haha, that expression, its funny. It looks to me as if you two nned this beforehand.


    No. Wait a minute, youre going too fast. This conversation was much too confusing. Was it a mistake on her part to mention Dun? She hadnt seen him in person since. Borwen came in his stead to deliver his words.


    It was a short message telling her to take care of Ise in the name of atonement. Was that message intercepted in the middle? Was there someone eavesdropping back then? Or did the two men talk without Carynne knowing? Thats usible. Did Dun turn her in? If he confessed, how far was his confession?


    Carynne bowed. Her head was spinning.


    !


    He gripped her shoulder tightly.


    Dont think so hard about it.


    Raymond leaned down, looking straight into Carynnes eyes. The green glint of his eyes was reminiscent of a sharp des glimmer. There was still a curve upon his lips, however it was not a smile.


    Dont think about how much I might know, and dont try to change the subject. Youre not under investigation.


    It wouldnt be in Carynnes best interests to say something like, If you dont have any evidence, then dont dig deeper. She wrung her thoughts for dear life. Raymond was already sure of it. Did he wish to fight with evidence? But was allowed disposition rights. Not only that, but its a problem because if he were to testify in court, then its all over.


    The odds were stacked against Carynne because she didnt know exactly just how much Raymond knew. And first of all, what did he want out of this? Carynne was curious about that. What was this man trying to gain now?


    Sir Raymond. If you already know the answer, then I want to know why youre doing this to me.


    Shh.


    With curved eyes, he smiled. A finger touched Carynnes lips.


    Sir, Raymond.


    I would like to remain courteous to ady.


    But something like courtesy wasnt needed when it came to a criminal.


    These words didnt leave his lips, but Carynne could hear the underlying meaning.