77 Don’t you hate me

"Miss you are here"

"Hello Carl, lets sit down first"

"Yes. Please follow me to the meeting room"

Carl guides me to a big room by his office side. Different from most of the things of IP which tends to a more innovative style, the room had a very classic feeling to it. Whereas the other places scream novelty, the whole Cerberus building gave a very 'homey' feeling.

"I like what you did with the place"

Carl scratched his head.

"Thank you for the praise Miss, but I'm not the one respond for it. In truth one of the boys fussed about how my decoration was crude and all, and took over the reformation"

"Is that so?"

Honestly I'm impressed. If you told me anex-hoodlum would be this great of a designer I would have trouble believing it. Regardless...

"You should offer my praise to him"

"Sure thing Miss. The lad will probably cry loud when he knows you liked his design. But leaving that aside, I presume you came to see the reports right? Here"

Giving me a pile of documents, Carl started to report the events of this week.

All the rumors, the nobles movements and the market tendencies were detailed in the papers. They apparently also found the columnist who wrote that amazing article.

But something is really bothering me.

Carl is acting normal. Like this is any other day.

I know that is very hypocritical of me, but shouldn't he be mad or at least a bit disturbed?

"Is there any problem Miss?"

Probably noticing my frown whilst he reported, Carl stopped his speech and questioned me with a very puzzled face.

There is!

"Sorry Miss. What's the problem?"

Ops. My indignation with the current situation is so big that I thought aloud. What a slip for the one crowned as the master of etiquette.

The troubled face my subordinate was giving aggravated the problem.

*sigh*

"Sorry, Carl. I didn't mean to trouble you more. But I'm honestly curious about something"

"That's nothing Miss. What's the problem?"

"Don't you hate me?"

The troubled face was replaced by puzzlement.

"Why should I?"

I feel a piece of my heart just fell off.

Wouldn't a normal person be angry with someone who killed his friends even with a motive? Is this an angel who gives the other face when slapped? Or did I dream of killing traitors but everyone is alive?

I nervously play with my nails. Urgh. This is so hard. I should just leave it be, but this situation is making me crazy.

"Y-you know... the ones who passed away last week..."

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Carl's face went blank before a thunderous laugh exploded. He laughed so hard that he had tear in his eyes... or are they perhaps of sadness?

"Are you Okay?"

"*haha* I'm so sorry Miss but *haha* is such a gap having a kind boss that the laugh came naturally"

"O-Oh I see..."

"*haa* too good. To answer Miss, no, I don't hate you. I don't have reasons to. I know it may seem abnormal to you, but we from the underground are rarely attached to each other... death among us is quite common..."

I really don't know how to follow this...

Luckily, Carl continued.

"Of course it's impossible to not have any attachment at all, so we have to choose the ones we are carefully. The ones you claimed their lives, none were from my group of friends... they always had something amiss. Besides, even we have our rules. Treason is a big no-no. There are many that do, but they're always in the future excluded. No ones wants to take a dog who bites his owners hand for a strange, right?"

"*sigh* it is as you say. I'm glad you are alright"

"Miss is too kind. Even if some 'Brother' were in the group who was killed I wouldn't resent you. A good boss like Miss is really hard to find. I'm you wouldn't take a life if you didn't had to, so be at ease"

"Thank you Carl, you really lifted a stone from my heart. Now that we have dealt with it, tell me more about the journalist"

"Her name is Aubrey Klunn, the second Miss from the Count Klunn. She's in the same class as you Miss in the Academy. Apparently she found her love for writing in an academic club and is working in the paper hidden from her family. She chose to not attend her office these days because of the big impact the article had and- Miss is there something?"

There is Carl!!!

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I freaking forgot the Academy!!!!!