The room was very quiet. Faced with the question Lynch had thrown out, these nobles began to calm down and think seriously.
In the tranquil environment there wasn't a hint of noise. There was no need to worry that a noble's house might have poor soundproofing; for the sake of certain secrets they always made all kinds of security arrangements, and soundproofing was one of them.
The young Count's mind was very active. He couldn't help tugging at his flowered cravat; it made him feel a bit constricted, as if he couldn't quite catch his breath.
Beads of sweat on his forehead reflected the light from the lamps; it was obvious that everyone was starting to feel uneasy.
The young Count looked at Lynch sitting there quietly, swept his gaze across the others, and finally brought it back to him. "I don't know how to put this, but I have a very distinct feeling of fear."
Lynch nodded. "Yes, fear. That's perfectly normal."
"In fact, I'm afraid too."
