Griffith Squire stepped foot in the Southern Isles on his first day, and all relevant investigative reports were already laid atop Ignatius Leclair's desk. Ignatius Leclair, however, chose to remain unresponsive.
A bandit chieftain in a volatile region, leveraging the barrel of his gun to play king in the mountains—such a man, accustomed to a life of bullets and bloodshed, suddenly transforming into an upper-class gentleman—his motives must be significant.
Ignatius Leclair mulled over the possibilities; the answer could only lie in Griffith's background. What kind of connection could Griffith Squire have with the Southern Isles? He combed through all the notable aristocratic families he could recall, but none matched Griffith's profile.
Griffith Squire calmly chuckled and said, "Did Mr. Leclair investigate my identity? It seems you've yet to gather anything worthwhile; yet in my possession, I have copious Southern Isles intel, including that relating to Delphine."
