The person delivering the letter shoved it into his hand and ran off without saying a word.
Baron Lawrence held the letter, a vague sense of unease spreading in his heart. His thin lips were pressed into a straight line as he tore open the envelope.
Inside, there was only a thin sheet of paper covered with densely written words.
Enna Clark!
Without even looking at the content of the letter, he already knew who had written it.
His brows furrowed as well...
His eyes fell on the paper, and just after reading the first sentence, his expression changed!
...Baron Lawrence, by the time you read this letter, I will have already left Yluria Country.
...I've considered millions of ways to bid you farewell, but in the end, I think this is the best one. I'm afraid that if I used any other method, I wouldn't have the heart to leave. I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye. I know it's wrong, but I have no other way.