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Clayton wasn't worried about Joe Marney.

At least they had been out of sight of the Grail Council the moment they left the underground theater last night. After that, it wouldn't be hard to get away from the chase as long as Joe didn't go home.

Clayton would not take the initiative against the Grail for his personal vendetta.

It was too risky to challenge an unknown enemy, and as the Lieutenant was now a businessman, and the one thing a businessman loathed more than anything else was turmoil, he'd rather keep the unknown and the peace against the Grail Council.

He just didn't know what the other side thought.

After cleaning the first floor, he went upstairs and made himself a pot of black tea before spreading out a sheet of letterhead on the table and preparing to write a letter.

The fountain pen drew enough ink, and the tip left curves on the paper -

"My beloved ......"

"Shit!"

Clayton Bello heaved his back back, intending to take a two-minute break before writing the next letter.

He wouldn't ask Tritis for help if he didn't have to.

The woman was the wife of his late brother, Ulen Bello, and a nasty narcissist.

After Uren's death, Clayton had written a letter asking her to raise her brother and the daughter she shared well, and to try not to remarry if she couldn't find a gentleman of good character, lest her stepfather be a bad influence on the child.

The letter was misinterpreted to mean something else, as it turned out.

This suspicion grew to the point where Clayton's mention of visiting them in his letters was refused by Tritis, but the money he sent would be received as it was.

Thanks to her, he still didn't know what his big brother's daughter, Donna Bello, looked like.

Thinking about the woman's face gave Clayton the urge to throw darts.

But the sad thing was that she was actually the only person he could trust now.

Tritis, who had had a full training as a nun in a convent, might be able to answer his questions-about the significance of the existence of those extraordinary things and the way the White Church interpreted and dealt with them.

With a long sigh, Creighton rose to his pen with deliberation, blurring the questions he had encountered and applying them to the friend whose name he had just come up with, expressing his surprise at seeing the transcendent world, and then gradually leading out from there with that ........

The teapot had reached the bottom before he realized it, and the letter paper was almost full.

After actually putting pen to paper, he realized that the questions he wanted to ask were several times more than what he had considered at the beginning.

He checked the contents to make sure there was nothing that would cause Tritis to misunderstand before putting the letter paper into an envelope and preparing to write down the address and the name of the recipient.

The hand that held the pen suddenly paused, and Clayton twisted his head to look out the window.

A smell he had smelled only yesterday drifted in through the window.

"Mr. Bello, you have a visitor." Charlotte's voice came through the door.

Clayton put his pen down in response, then took a revolver out of a drawer and stuck it in his belt at his waist, covering it with his shirt.