"Oh?" Sylas replied calmly.
"You know, this is a big deal. Not everyone goes out on a Tuesday and becomes the enemy of yet another government, then comes back to nap away his days as though nothing
happened."
"News spread?"
"Of course news spread! You told me to handle the Professor Fembroise situation, so why did you end up going yourself?"
"There were some... changes. Originally, I went to the Grimblades because the sensationalized headlines were a major red flag that something was going on. It feels like Earth is very close to reaching its bursting point. But I ended up receiving a list that had Professor Fembroise's name on it."
"So instead of contacting me about the changes you decided to go personally. Typical."
"It worked out in the end."
"You call this working out?"
Cassarae projected her notification screen with a push of her intention and yet another bold sensationalized headline appeared before him.
'Yet another secret tryst?! The Story of a Traitor and a Married Mother of Two.'
Seeing the headline, Sylas shook his head inwardly. This was almost certainly proof that his mother had been correct.
All things told, this headline would have likely been written no matter what. But the fact that it headlined with a censored image of Vesta hanging from the end of a vine definitely didn't help.
There already wouldn't be much of a benefit of the doubt when it came to these matters, but now it was even less so.
Even Sylas' own mother might do a double take when she saw such a thing even if she was quite confident in her son.
But therein lied another problem.
How had this journalist even managed to get this picture in the first place?
It felt to Sylas that if it was possible to get this photo, then it also shouldn't have been hard for this person to continue following him. So why did they act after he passed out?
Could they not fly, maybe? But even then, if this person was part of the undercurrent that Sylas thought they were, then they would certainly have people under their charge that would be capable of doing many things that they couldn't.
"God this is so embarrassing. You've made an enemy of all the women in the world."
"Is that so?" Sylas asked casually, his eyes scanning back and forth as he speed read through the article.
It didn't take him more than a few seconds, and despite the ridiculous things he read about him being a jealous lover who was infuriated by the way an affair ended, he really couldn't be bothered to care.
His personality was already quite level-headed and unbothered by most things. But after killing Lucius, he seemed to have transcended into an even calmer state.
It was odd and hard to explain... but what he did know was that the improvement to his resonance with the system thanks to the activation of the Progenitor Flame Quest and the loss of his Demerit status was a huge part as well.
"Let's go, then."
"Aren't you going to put clothes on?"
"I don't have any outside of this."
Sylas pulled a seal skin skirt out of his Madness Key again.
"Your mom is right. We really do need to get you better clothes."
"I think she's right too. That's where we're going right now." "Huh?"
Sylas didn't reply as he stepped past Cassarae.
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With large strides, Sylas walked through the City Lord Mansion, Cassarae quickly catching up to him.
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