Monchi returned to the lord’s castle and headed straight to Viscount Astol’s room.

Even as he walked down the corridor at a fast pace, he constantly thought about the possibility of being suspected.

‘Viscount Astol might suspect me if I don’t explain things well enough.’

Monchi had never left the lord’s castle since last night, but he had no particular alibi to prove his innocence because he had been staying in the training ground since lunch.

‘That’s the problem. His suspicions are reasonable and valid.’

Monchi thought that he had built a massive rapport with Viscount Astol, but too many demonic stones had gone missing. The missing demonic stones were comparable to a year’s worth of taxes in a few small and even a few medium-sized cities.

‘First of all, I’ll have to prove my innocence.’

To be honest, Monchi didn’t care about not being able to catch the culprit as long as his safety was guaranteed and his innocence was proven.

Monchi took a deep breath and tapped on the Viscount’s door.

Knock knock.

“My lord. It’s Monchi.”

- Come on in.

Monchi entered the room with a nervous expression. He entered the room and saw Viscount Astol’s back looking out the window with a wine glass in one hand.

Monchi knew exactly what that meant.

‘He’s seriously thinking about something....