"Hm…"
Now that he was looking for her room, Noah suddenly realized that Judge Schnee never told him where it was. Was she expecting him to just know or what?
As expected, the servants he met as he walked through the corridors only stared at him with suspicion in their eyes. Guess wearing dark clothes, a wide-brimmed hat, and walking quickly didn't make them assume it was Judge Schnee and leave it at that, huh?
"(... Why did I think it was a good idea, actually? Of course, if they saw Judge Schnee, they would look more!)" he thought, lowering his head and walking quicker.
No, actually, who would believe he was Judge Schnee just because of black clothes?! What went through his mind when he devised this plan?!
"Ah, Vasilisa! You going out?"
"Hm?"
A voice called for him as he walked past the stairs leading to the entrance hall. Down was a familiar gray-haired little executioner… though the mop he was holding was something new.
"(Ah! You! You!!!)"
