"Right."
As soon as Florian stepped out of the office, the atmosphere shifted like a blade unsheathed. Heinz straightened from where he leaned, the sharp edge of his posture returning as he turned his gaze onto Lucius and Lancelot. His expression darkened, and for a brief moment, the room felt colder.
"Now," Heinz said, his voice low, slow, and dangerous, "tell me—how are the other matters I asked you to handle?"
Lancelot was the first to speak, clearing his throat, though even that sounded strained. "No suspicious movements from Cashew, Your Majesty. He's… been sticking to His Highness like glue."
'Sticking to him like glue, hm?' Heinz repeated the phrase in his head, eyes narrowing. Something about the wording, so casual, irritated him.
"What about when he isn't with Florian?" Heinz asked, voice sharper now. "What does he do when no one's watching?"
