Bab 60: Roy vs Carl

Roy was in a busy street, taking up space, so he was rightfully cursed at. Ashamed, he started walking.

Across the street was a huge, grand gate. It was the entrance to Bernice's tailor.

On its third floor was a private seating area.

Only a handful of people could come here.

Occupying it was a young girl, around the age of 18, and an old man in black.

She pointed at Roy in amusement. "Grandpa Blake, see that guy down there…. doesn't he seems familiar?"

Grand Knight Blake directed his gaze to the person that was pointed out by Bernice.