-56- An Old Friend of Castel

Charlotte hadn't expected that Nisi, that lecherous cat, would have dabbled in the trafficking of intelligence.

Counting the time, it had been just half a month ago, likely when she was still in the Church Hospital.

That fella was really audacious—as a cat of the Church, actually pilfering from the Church itself, without fearing the wrath of the Great Priest.

She decided to have a thorough interrogation when she got home and to give him a fierce scolding to prevent herself from being sold out someday.

The carriage continued on its journey, entering the Outer City District.

This was Charlotte's first visit to the outer district in daylight, it felt as if she had arrived in a different era.

Unclean streets, rows of cramped low houses—although better than the decrepit, abandoned district, the passersby were mostly clothed in simple and shabby attire, with pallid faces, as if time had suddenly rewound a century or two.