The Mistress Runs Away

lways looked perfect and had such a thick wall surrounding him, but he seemed to have softened up a bit lately.

In the past five years, he had been constantly in a weird mood and somewhat on edge.
Still, these days he was more like the original Killian Devonshire, relaxed and laid back.

Perhaps it was the aftermath of the end of the war, but Felix had a feeling that wasn’t the whole story.

“Oh well.”

Scratching his eyebrows awkwardly, Felix made an innocent offer.

“Do you want to play another round of cards?”

With a small smirk, Killian glanced at the table.

“Why don’t you start by cleaning up the cards you hid under the table?”

“…How did you know?”

Startled, Felix laughed awkwardly and held up his hands as a gesture of surrender.

“Alright, I’ll return the money.”

“You can take that little bit of money with you.”

There was the sound of a chair being pulled back.
Killian stood up sluggishly and slipped his arms into the coat that the attentive servant had brought him.

“As expected from your Excellency!~”

“Rowena Philone.”

“What?”

Felix, who had been proudly counting his money, raised his head at the sudden mention of the name, wondering why he was suddenly mentioning the name of his mistress.

Five years ago, a woman he had abandoned without any notice just before marrying the daughter of a wealthy foreigner.
And as soon as he got divorced, he came to ask about her again, wanting to bring her to his side.

“Find out if there’s a courtesan by the name of Rowena Philone.
She was around for a little while eight years ago, and maybe she’s still in business.”

Felix was taken aback by the flood of requests.

“What was the name again, Rowena Philone?”

“I know you have a wide network of people.
Don’t overlook any small details, and give it your full attention.
Don’t miss anything.”

Killian added, wearing the same black leather gloves she had taken off the last time.

“Do that, and I’ll give you three times the amount of money you have right now.”