It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 55
As we continued down the narrow alley, a building with a bronze-colored door appeared at the end of the path.
“This is it.”
Only then did I fully understand the situation from earlier. The men who had stepped aside after receiving two silver coins must have been gatekeepers of sorts.
“I’ll go in first.”
Lionel opened the door and stepped inside, and I quickly followed behind. Just then—we heard a swish—a sharp sound sliced through the air.
Startled, I glanced over and saw a blade clutched in Lionel’s hand.
‘An ambush?’
My body tensed instinctively.
Then, a voice rang out—the one responsible for the attack.
“You again? I thought I made it clear that I would decline your request.”
“It’s not for me today. This one’s the client.”
Lionel spoke calmly and stepped aside, revealing me.
“Then you should’ve said so earlier.”
Did he not know who Lionel was?
The man, with his unruly brown curls, had just thrown a dagger at the head of a great noble house, yet he looked completely unfazed.
“Have you worked with us before, miss? We have rather strict conditions.”
His gaze swept over me before he spoke.
“Ah… yes, I have a contracted postbox here.”
“You own a postbox?”
The man’s flippant demeanor shifted immediately.
“What’s the number? Please write it down here so he doesn’t see it.”
His demeanor and tone was suddenly cautious and respectful.
I hesitated for a moment before stepping closer to him.
He wouldn’t throw another knife… right?
Noticing my wary expression, the man furrowed his brow.
“We never treat our contractors with disrespect. Don’t misunderstand. He was just being annoyingly persistent, so—”
As my gaze flickered back to Lionel, the latter merely shrugged.
“It’s always wise to be cautious of violent men.”
“What the hell? You’re the last person who should be saying that.”
The brown-haired man glared at Lionel, but I ignored them and scrawled the number on a piece of paper.
9913.
That was the postbox reserved exclusively for my family.
The man stared at the number, then looked at me.
“Do you have something to deposit?”
“Yes, a letter and some money….”
No sooner had I answered than a flame erupted from his palm, turning the piece of paper to ash.
‘A mage…!’
Magical artifacts were common enough in daily life, but actual mages were rare. If I remembered correctly, even Solen had only ever had one.
Fascinated, I stared at his hand until he cleared his throat and dusted off his palm.
“Please wait a moment.”
He disappeared behind a thick curtain dividing the room. Before long, he returned with a dark gray box in his hands.
“You know how to open it?”
“Of course.”
I pressed my palm to the intricate sigil engraved on the box’s surface. A sharp sting pricked my skin, and the sigil glowed red.
Only those of Solen blood could open or close it.
I quickly wrapped my palm with the handkerchief I had prepared in advance, wiping away the small beads of blood that formed. Without a sound, the box unlocked.
I placed my letter and money inside, then sealed it in the same manner.
“Thank you for using our services. Your delivery will be made securely.”
The man’s tone was even more polite than before.
“Do you have any other business with us?”
“Actually… is there anything that was meant to be delivered to me? A letter, or anything else…?”
“Ah….”
Unlike the branch I had used in the Kingdom of Cloren, this man seemed like he might actually know something.
As expected, he hesitated before glancing toward Lionel.
“He’s my guardian. You don’t need to worry.”
“…Guardian? You mean the Duke of Luanax?”
Oh. So he did know Lionel’s identity.
He had thrown a dagger at him and spoken so casually, all while fully aware of who he was? Either he had guts of steel or his own status wasn’t ordinary.
“If you’re being threatened or coerced, just wave your handkerchief.”
The man spoke in a low voice, and naturally, I did no such thing.
The man sighed heavily, pressing a hand to his forehead.
“Can you return here in a week? I’ll send a guide to Luanax’s estate, but it would be best if you came alone.”
“Hmm….”
I pondered for a moment before shaking my head.
“Sorry, but that’s not possible. I can’t come alone.”
