Chapter 243: The cause of Elder Grenn’s disappearance

"Aside from these words sounding familiar to one of my old world dialects, I have never heard of such a group with that strange name. Besides, the name of the group itself sounded a bit strange," Kyle replied with a straight face.

After hearing his reply, Patriarch Rue stared at him for a couple of seconds. She must be trying to perceive something from him.

As she was looking at Kyle, she heard the other hero speak.

"Besides, who in their right mind would use such a name for the group," Arthur's voice was a bit mocking as he said this.

"I see." The patriarch replied when she heard what Arthur said. She didn't know that Arthur even existed. In all their conversations in the past, she rarely heard Arthur join in their conversation. That's why Arthur's presence was hardly noticeable.

Based on their reply, it looks like the two heroes don't know anything, but.

"In that case, does this mean that the language used by this mysterious group came from the Holy Sanctuary?" The patriarch immediately asked.

Kyle's eyes narrowed as he realized what Patriarch Rue wanted to convey. 'In this world, they call the world where we came from the Holy Sanctuary,' Kyle thought.

Kyle took a deep breath before answering again. "That's right…" he didn't know what this group's deal was with the Gentlewind family.

"In that case, maybe—" She wasn't able to finish what she was going to say, because she heard Arthur's fast denial.

"That's impossible!" His loud voice rang out. Arthur knew what the patriarch wanted to convey— that maybe one of the heroes is behind the mysterious group.

The patriarch and Kyle gawked for a moment. 'This one is pretty quick to understand,' thought Patriarch Rue. 'However, he seems weak in conversation,' she added. Kyle was really the only one she saw a talent in talking. So of all the Hero, she only felt wary and alarmed at Kyle. 'After all, he's probably as good as Detty,' she thought so.

Kyle just massaged his temple while shaking his head. 'This Arthur really is an idiot,' he thought. Well, honestly, he didn't really expect anything from Arthur when it came to talking. His only purpose is to support him in the aspect in which he could help.

"Honestly, I can't say for sure that none of our comrades has any connection in this mysterious group—"

"What are you saying Kyle ?!" Arthur's voice was high as he suddenly interrupted Kyle. There was also a cross-shaped pulse marked on his forehead. "Don't say that you are doubting our comrades?!"

Kyle sighed.

"Calm down Arthur. I did not say that one of them was behind this mysterious group. But, do you think, aside from us, is there anyone else in this world who knows English? "

"Wha—"

Arthur couldn't answer as if some thorn had sunk in his throat when he heard Kyle's question. He realized that what Kyle said was right. However, Arthur still could not accept it. But he fell silent when he could not find a word to rebut.

"....."

Kyle and Arthur later find out why the patriarch asked about the mysterious group. When the guests left, Patriarch Rue secretly glanced into one of the corners of the room. Her lips curved upwards.

'Looks like you are eager to know too, huh,' the patriarch whispered in her mind.

A few minutes after Kyle and Patriarch Rue's conversation, inside one of the mansion's rooms, a woman wearing a dark-colored gown sat quietly. Her long brown hair was slightly dangling at the back of her head. This woman is none other than Detty.

She was sitting in front of a round table made of precious wood. Its glass-like surface was smooth and shiny. And an expensive saucer was placed on top of it, right in front of her.

Eyes were closed as Detty sipped her favorite tea from the white cup with the beautiful flower design. She looked very elegant while holding the cup in both hands and emphatically savoring the taste of the drink.

A few seconds later, there seemed to be air passing through the window of the room as the beautiful and vivid curtains blocking the windows themselves rose slightly.

She slowly opened her eyes, and her golden pupils slowly peeked out of it. At the same time, the cup was also slowly brought farther from her lips.

Detty looked in front of her where the vacant seat just seconds ago suddenly had someone knelt in her direction.

"My lady," called the person to take her attention.

"Speak!"

Detty wasted no more time and immediately ordered. The person in front of her was none other than one of the twins. Upon hearing the command of her esteemed boss, Lili immediately said everything she heard from the conversation of the patriarch and the two guests.

"Your suspicion is correct, Lady Detty. The two guests know a little bit about the mysterious group," Lili didn't go around and immediately said what her respected boss wanted to know.

Detty's eyes narrowed at what she heard and looked at Lili before speaking. "If that's the case…"

"Yes, My lady. There is a high chance that one of the heroes is the suspect of Elder Grenn's disappearance." Detty's eyebrows furrowed at her reply.

If it was true that one of the heroes was the cause of Elder Grenn's disappearance, she could do nothing more to help the Grenn family. This is too complicated for Detty who is just a humble descendant. She still doesn't have enough power to dictate the whole family. Although she promised Janrui that she would help with the investigation into Elder Grenn's disappearance, there were limits to the things she could do.

She could not make a rash decision. Especially, if it's against the heroes. She might anger the palace and the Blessed Church if she insists on what she wants.

"By the way, what was the patriarch's reaction?" Detty asked.

"The chief's face is calm. I'm sorry, Lady Detty, even I would have a hard time reading the chief's mind if she was that calm."

Detty wiped her mouth with a white cloth. But her eyes were still staring at Lili.

"I see. I understand," she said in a calm voice.

She understood her reliable aid. As long as the patriarch was in such a mode it was really hard to read what she was thinking.

"Now, let us first observe what the patriarch's decision is," Detty added.

"Yes, My Lady!"