“So, Lord Faineant had two excellent bodyguards, a considerable amount of money in reserve, and a complete lack of self-preservation instinct,” Camistella sighed. “His chances of still remaining alive are not zero, but they are depressingly close. And why did he have to go to Shin from all possible places…?”
Judging by the lunar’s face, she expected either sympathy or a deep analysis of the possible scenarios for the fate of the celebrated Enlil artist from Erish.