"Sebastian, are you sure Lady Rosie isn't making this stuff up?" He asks me.

"Of course not my lord. She is as genuine as they come." I say.

"Her influences are indeed useful, but we may have to avoid suspicious." He says.

"Of course, my young lord." I place his tea down.

I turn.

"Sebastian." He calls.

"Yes?" I turn my head slightly.

"How exactly do you know Lady Rosie?" He asks.

"We're both the same species." I say.

"Demonic." He nods.

"Yes. I came to her for information a couple years ago. She graciously provided it." I answer.

She's a very helpful aid. I assure you, my young lord. We're both the same demonic nature. Of course, she's much more effective culturally. She's a high influencer and an entire town depends on her. She's a busy woman. As beautiful as a rare butterfly but as deadly as a black widow. 

"Sebastian, we have investigating to do. I need you to get me more files about these matters in the most ancient whereabouts." He stands up.

"It would be my pleasure, my young lord." I say.

I turn.

"Oh, and bring Lady Rosie along." He calls.

"As you wish, my lord." I bow.