~Pearl to My Oyster~(WRIOLETTE FIC)

Chapter 27

        To Wriothesley's relief, dinner continued from there rather normally, in silent conversation, and a pleasurable camaraderie. Most of the conversation was from Neuvillette in particular, the topics varying from each. On one hand, about his commentary on water from different regions. On another, about the more recently interesting cases, such as the currently ongoing mystery that had the press in a chokehold. Although the reason was unknown, it was said that there was a serial killer going around Fontaine murdering people. 

"It's a rather perplexing case, for there is no proper identifiers as to what the victims have in common. One minute, it appears that the killer targeted an innocent Sumerian woman, and the next second, a well known business man from the outskirts of Fontaine. There are no solid leads on this matter, as the deceased all have no ties neither any attributes remotely similar to each other."

The Iudex sighed, rubbing his temples. The Duke couldn't help but wonder. A serial killer, with no actual pattern? Based on the information presented, it appeared so.

"If it isn't too much to ask, do you think that I could drop by during our next business meeting to take a look at the evidence gathered? It's just too... fishy."

"Pardon? I do not recall any seafood being associated with this matter..."

Neuvillette furrowed his brows in thought, and Wriothesley couldn't help but laugh. 

Oh Neuvillette, you've been Iudex for five hundred years but you still can't seem to grasp simple conversational terms... how cute.

Shaking his head, the Warden smirked.

"Fishy is a term used to describe a situation where something isn't right, Your Honor. It's a figure of speech, not actually related to the ocean."

The Chief Justice seemed to understand, and he nodded, his frown disappearing, replaced with a neutral expression. Damn, he really should smile more, it would be a beautiful sight.

"Ah, I see. My apologies, I am rather behind on certain prospects or phrases, since they usually do not interfere with matters such as the judicial system."

Wriothesley nodded, humming in thought. The waitress from earlier approached, taking their plates and vanishing behind the kitchen doors, before returning with two glasses of red wine. 

"Wine? I don't recall that being in the bill."

The Duke questioned her, eyes narrowing as he inspected the drink.

"Free of charge, Your Grace. The chef personally requested so."

Neuvillette picked up a glass, eyeing the liquid inside with distaste.