House Findleston’s ‘Leash.’
If one knew the story behind it, it was not a subject that could be raised lightly. It was deeply connected to a long-cherished wish pursued by one of the Empire’s noble houses for hundreds of years.
One had only to look at the present. The moment I uttered that word, had the atmosphere surrounding Marquis Findleston across from me not transformed completely?
Deep, heavy green eyes.
They were eyes reminiscent of a dense forest—a wood harboring countless secrets within its shadows. Perhaps they suited the man leading one of the Empire’s largest intelligence organizations.
Though it was a somewhat excessive reaction to a word of only two syllables.
I was not flustered. There was no reason I could not guess how he felt. If anything, one could fairly say the aspect of himself the Marquis now revealed was following my lead.
‘Let us speak without reserve.’
That had been my intention when I abruptly raised such a weighty subject, and the middle-aged man did not refuse. The matter was worth casting aside his mask.
“Are you saying it can be removed?”
It was the Marquis’s question.
Some components of the sentence had been omitted, but I understood his meaning without an instant of hesitation.
Could I remove Findleston’s ‘Leash’? If I could not fulfill that precondition, there was no reason for us to continue…