"Wait for my good news, Little Nightingale. When I get back, I'll give you a complimentary trampling."
With that,
Spidevs sashayed out of the room.
Nightingale Lord composed himself, calmly staring at the now-empty office, and waited in silence for ten minutes.
Then, a knight entered—bare-chested, clad only in shining silver armor from the waist down.
"Lord Nightingale, say what you need to say… as long as it's not facing the bloodthirsty wolf pack."
Without a change in expression, Nightingale Lord opened up the box of gold coins once more and stated, "I want you to intercept and kill someone at the exit of Thune's domain. There's a madwoman who dares defy the king's law—Spidevs!"
"Spidevs?"
The man absentmindedly touched the medal pinned to his greaves—a trophy he'd stolen, and the reason he'd earned the nickname [Knight of Honor] in Stone Town's underworld.
