Bab 602: It's his fault

Dexter's face contorted, watching the three Grimsbanne working on the garden busily. He went to the emperor's chancery to have an audience with the emperor before his departure for the search, only to be redirected to the forbidden mansion within the imperial palace grounds. There were many things that went through the marquess' head about what could Abel was doing, assuming the Emperor was preparing countermeasures for whatever the outcome of this investigation was. 

Seeing him dig up the soil and till the garden with his sister and granddaughter, Dexter figured he thought too highly of Abel. 

"Is his quarrel with my sister ended as horribly as I heard?" Dexter turned to Conan, who was standing at a safe distance from the garden while watching the Grimsbannes. 

Conan nodded with his lips drawn into a thin line. "He's been like that since yesterday. Even locked himself in that Joaquin's cell to get a piece of advice."