I instructed Oscar, who was waiting outside, to bring the letters.
Shortly after, an attendant entered carrying them.
The attendant presented the letters respectfully and withdrew, but the look we exchanged in passing was a bit odd. It was as if he were sizing up a rival. Why is it that royal attendants are all so insufferable?
"These are the letters exchanged between the Viscount Neunil family and the administrator."
"Hmm, anything interesting in them?"
"Interesting, yes, but there's far more I can't make sense of."
The grand duke took the letters I handed him. While he read through them, I sipped my wine and sorted out my thoughts. It all seemed tangled together, but in the end, it was a scheme for seizing power.
The relationships among the Finance Minister, Heinlein, and Neunil.
