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The Blood of the Rose Chapter 4: Lost and Found

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I could not believe it, I felt so lost without hope. I... I had to find Matthew. I leaned my forehead against the door as Arthur sighed, staring at it, then rubbed his chin, while staring at the knob. He pierced his lips, as I began noticing, and lifted my head up to point toward his direction. I gave him a wondering look.



It's a hunch, but I wonder if I can find the key in the office somewhere,” Arthur said as I rose my brows. Arthur fazed through the door once more. I waited outside, hoping Arthur was right. He was right about finding the gate key upstairs.



Arthur?” I called out, trying not to be too loud, just in case the bastard heard me, not that it wouldn't matter. Then again, maybe that would confuse the bastard, since he knows Arthur and his ghost haunting this house. I'll have to keep that in mind.



Suddenly, a gold key slid under the door for me to pick up. I picked it up with a grin across my face, placing it through the keyhole to open the door. It opened, much to my success. Unfortunately, I was nowhere close to finding Matthew. He was nowhere in this room. Then again, if he was, Arthur would've told me.



I looked around, then found a yellow case on the desk. Arthur was behind me as I began peeking to see what was in the case. There was nothing inside.



What the hell...” I whisperly blurted out.



What is it?” Arthur asked.



This is supposed to be a gun case, but there's nothing in there?”



What are you- that's supposed to be a gun case?”



Have you ever seen one?” I asked with widened eyes.



It's been 50 years, Alfred. They looked different in my day,” Arthur replied, then his eyes widened. I sound old.”



Yeah,” I chuckled.



Still... that's not possible... though...” Arthur said, scrunching his eyebrows, staring at the shape of the gun inside the gun case. “It looks like the same shape of the gun that killed my father.”



My eyebrows rose as I asked, “are you sure?”



Yes... I remember seeing the gun when looking through the crack.... no doubt the same person who used the gun killed...” Arthur said as his head snapped toward the gun case, fear struck in his eyes.



What's wrong Arthur?” I asked, then began realizing something. Could it be possible that Arthur's father's murder was... “You don't think...”



I... w-we should probably search for Matthew somewhere else. Perhaps Nunnally's room, yes?” Arthur suggested, quickly running from the room.



Arthur?” I called out, then took the key from the door, and placed it in my pocket, so I could go inside again for if the bastard decided to lock the door again.



I followed Arthur to the next room down the hallway. I entered the room, turning on my flashlight, and walking on green rug. The room looked old like the other rooms with a small bookshelf on my left and a bigger one on my right. Next to the small bookshelf was a dresser full of old little girl's dressy clothes. Next to that, was a small table with, what was once, a bright blue table cloth on it under a vase of flowers that were now dead. There was a small table with play jewelry next to two stuffed rabbits, which was next to a play makeup table. There was a small pink bed and table with a letter and red book.



I lit up the candles and oil lamps in the room before meeting Arthur next to the bed that once belonged to his little sister. He looked down at it sadly.



Something's missing from this bed...” Arthur said.



Arthur...” I said, poking Arthur's shoulder. He turned his head. “I know this is a bad time, but is it your kink to run off?”



S-Sorry,” Arthur apologized as he walked over to the small desk. I sighed in annoyance.



Seriously, why did Arthur just run off like that when we were close to finding out what happened to Matthew and the murder of Arthur's father? Is he... scared? If Arthur is scared, what is he scared of? What if the man, who murdered Arthur's father was...



I saw a small card on the red book that looked like backward numbers. I took it, and kept it in my coat jacket. As I did so, I noticed Arthur sighing, then walking slowly out of the room, fazing through the wall. I followed him.



I'm sorry I couldn't help you find your brother, Alfred,” Arthur apologized quietly.



Arthur?” I asked, continually following him.



There's nowhere else to look. All that I've showed you is all know of this place. Even the hole just leads to downstairs,” Arthur continued, walking down the stairs.



W-What about that other room we didn't look in next to Peter's room? It was locked last I was in,” I said as Arthur sighed, looking at me.



He's not there, I really doubt it. It's just... but I suppose we can look,” Arthur replied as I followed him through the double doors and down the hall to the room I knocked on to search for Arthur before finding him in Peter's room. “I was in there before hearing you play the piano.” Arthur fazed through the room, unlocking it from the inside. Wait, if he was inside, why didn't he answer when I knocked?



Inside looked like some sort of hangout or lounge. There was a bar on the left, a small fireplace on the left next to the door, and some couches and comfy chairs on the red carpet on the right. I began looking out the huge window to realize that the sun was finally seeing its last bit of its face. I sighed, guess my flashlight is going to be needed all the time. I hope the batteries don't die on me before finding my brother.



I decided to light up the small fireplace, since it was cold outside. Luckily, the fire from the candle, I still held, was lit. I searched and found firewood, then placed it in the small fireplace, then gathered some clothes and other material that wasn't needed anymore to place around the wood, then lit it with the candle. It didn't take long for the fireplace to be lit. That should provide as much light and warmth that I need. I also lit some of the candles hung around the walls, including the two small chandlers.



Matthew wasn't in the room, but it didn't hurt to find clues. I searched behind the bar, Arthur still on the other side.



I told you he wasn't here,” Arthur said sadly.



But look, I found a safe!” I grinned. My eyes widened as I got out the note I found in Nunnally's room. I noticed the reflection on the glass of the cabinets, behind the bar, that showed the numbers that were written backwards, only they weren't in the reflection. I grinned then pressed the numbers on the safe. It opened! “Got it!”



Well done!” Arthur replied.



I looked inside and found a note and a key. I took the note and read it.



Please protect Arthur...

Charlotte



Charlotte? But... why would Gran leave this note?” I wondered, staring at the note. Then, my eyes widened as the note dropped. “Did... Did she know about the mob attacks? And Ivan?”



Arthur looked stricken, so confounded. His hand was placed over his chest. Did he ever know anything about it? Did Charlotte warn him? I have to help him remember! I...



I... remember when I told you about the shootout Matthew and I were stuck in when grocery shopping?” I asked as Arthur nodded, listening in. He probably knows what I'm trying to do. “Th-The police did warn us about the shootout on television... um... My mom also warned me that she would die sooner after Dad became paralyzed, making Matthew and me promise not to tell Dad.”



That was when Arthur showed this weird look he got when he remembered something.



Ch... Charlotte knew...Arthur whispered, dropping on one knee. He began panting slightly. “She knew...” I walked to him, kneeling down. “Charlotte left the village, telling my father and I that she had to go until things went back to normal in the village. I didn't understand what she meant. Father said he was just as confused. B-But...” I kept listening. “Charlotte said, if there would be any attack, to take my siblings to the lounge and find the safe, then... I knew the secret code. Nunnally kept it with her... I suppose I never made it...”



I'm sorry,” I whispered as Arthur nodded.



I stood up, staring at the door. As Arthur said before, there was nowhere to go now. There was the question where this key went to, but it was beyond my knowledge, if it still worked. I sighed, dragging my feet across the floor. Matthew... where are you... where could you be... where...



Al?” Arthur muttered to me as I turned. “You don't look good. When was the last you ate?”



I...” I choked. I hadn't eaten since lunch break when working with Francis. “I can't Arthur... I just can't...”



Look, I know you want to find your brother,” Arthur said, walking to me and taking me by the shoulder. “but this won't help at all. You're hungry and you need to rest for a while. The old man does keep some food around here. Let me fix you something.”



There was nowhere else to look anyways. I sighed, then muttered, “fine.”



I sat on the couch as Arthur searched through the cabinets for food. There was bread, cheese and ham to make a quick sandwich. There was no need for a refrigerator, since it was in an ice chest, and they weren't spoiled.  Arthur made me two sandwiches for me to eat.



I ate the sandwiches and, as I was eating, I began thinking over the last moments I remember before Matthew was taken. What could I have done to prevent it? Maybe I should have never come here. Maybe asking Francis about coming here was the best choice of action, or at least Gran. Maybe I should've brought my cell phone, instead of always relying on Matthew to bring his. Maybe I should've had him come with me to the library. Better yet, maybe I should've gone in the mansion alone.



There was a huge list of things I could've done to prevent Matthew from being the one captured. It doesn't change the fact Matthew is here somewhere, probably killed. I don't think he was shot, otherwise I would've heard the gunshot. There's also the possibility he was killed in other ways like strangled to death or cut.



I hope he's alright... if not, then... it'd be all my fault. I... I can't let anything happen to Matthew. He's the only blood family I have, besides Dad. What would Dad say? What would he say, if he realized I snuck into this mansion behind Francis' back? I promised him I would listen to Francis. I'm such an idiot!



I shouldn't have left Matthew alone. I shouldn't have... I... I broke my promise to Dad. What the hell was I thinking...? It's not rocket science to listen to your elders... parents... I should have asked Francis. I should've at least brought him with me. I should have...



Matthew... I'm so sorry... Please forgive me.



Al...” Arthur said quietly as I looked up, realized I had finished eating and now was staring at Matthew's glasses from my coat pocket.



Arthur was sitting beside me quietly, looking at me with such sad, pitiful eyes. I'm not sure how long we stayed like this, sitting together quietly. All I know is that the sun was already down and it was pitch black. I could only guess that it was a long time.



Suddenly, I jumped by the sound of the door opening. I couldn't help, but gasp, “uh oh.”



I launched out of the sofa, Arthur behind me, grabbing my shoulders to steady me. I heard footsteps coming into the room. I was panting quietly as I began noticing the man.



From what I could guess, the man was quite old. He had bleach white hair, dark eyes, a few hard wrinkles around his face and very fair-white skin that almost seemed glowing. He wore a heavy white coat with the scarf to match it.



As soon as the man entered, he looked at us, well me, then gasped. He flinched a bit, saying, “my goodness...” He smiled brightly. “I don't often have visitors here.”



Despite his sweet jester, there was something about him that gave me a creepy vibe. I quietly gulped, then walked toward him with Arthur behind me. My guess would be that this man, whom I would guess is the bastard that took my brother, can't see Arthur. Guess I'm going to have to be the one doing the talking.



Uh... hi... I thought no one lived here,” I said, looking around me. “Though, I suppose being that some of the candles are usually lit, there has to be someone that lives here.”



Ivan chuckled, then asked, “would you mind answering me some questions?”



I almost quivered, but nodded. I hope he didn't notice my quivering.



First off, what is your name?” Ivan asked.



My name is Alfred Jones,” I replied. I decided to answer him as clearly as I could without giving too much away.



Ah... okay, Alfred,” Ivan replied with his usual smile. “It is only fair I tell you, who I am. My name is Ivan Kirkland, owner of the Kirkland Mansion.” We shook hands. “My brother was the former owner of this mansion.”



Arthur looked very shocked and fearful. I could tell he didn't like this man and is possibly afraid of him. I'm kinda afraid of him too, but that didn't prevent me from losing my cool. I had to keep myself normal, so this guy wouldn't know how much I found out about him and the murders.



Now, for my next question... Did you come here alone?”



No, I didn't come here alone,” I replied. He already knew I was not alone, so there's no point in lying about that. “I came here with Matthew.”



Who is Matthew?”



My brother... he went missing. I think some hobo took him. Have you seen him?” I asked him. I decided, if I'm going to play clueless, I might as well convince him how naive and clueless I am.



I'm afraid I have not,” Ivan replied. I knew he was lying, but it was enough to keep me alive, so I was fine with that little white lie. “This is my last question for you... Why did you come to this place?”



There were two options I had: tell him that I was searching for my brother or tell him the real reason I came here. It would be stupid of me to say it was to look for my brother, since he went missing AFTER we went inside the mansion. He'd know I was hiding something. I might as well play clueless, again, and tell him my real reason.



To discover what really happened here...” I replied.



I do not understand,” Ivan replied, playing clueless. I kept telling myself, 'as long as he doesn't know how much you know about this place, you'll be safe.'



I mean the story about the family and the tragedy 50 years ago... it's never talked about in the village, so I thought I might uncover what really happened- N-Not that I want to put salt the wound or anything and I'm sorry, if I do.”



Tragedy? That was no tragedy,” Ivan said bluntly and seriously. I played clueless to see what I could get out of this guy. “It was revenge.”



What?” I wondered, raising my eyebrows. Okay, now we're getting somewhere.



My brother wanted to dishonor his wife's will and keep the family business to himself, before the Kirkland Industries was taken by the government for... confidential reasons,” Ivan explained as I listened in. So, now we get the back story and reason for the murders. Why do reasons for murder have to involve money and power? That's like the cliché of reasons to turn evil. Hell, I might as well write a book or make a movie about it. All I need is the main character, Arthur, the token love interest, Gran, and the hero in the cape and red underwear, me, and we have our big budget Hollywood film in the making. “I was willing to adopt one of the kids as my own, so he could continue the business. Sometime, after Sophia Kirkland died, I offered my services to help. He rejected it. I, of course, wasn't happy about this, but... then the mobs happened and... I suppose that's my fault for spreading gossip to a friend I thought I trusted.” I didn't have to read his face to know he lied at that little bit. “After the family was gone, I felt deep regret...” He must be a good actor, because his face looked very distraught, even glancing away from my face to look convincing. “because one of the children I wanted to adopt was killed in the attacks.”



Who did you want to adopt?” I asked curiously.



... Arthur.”



Got cha, ya liar! If I wasn't trying to play clueless, I would show the biggest smirk on my face. I had Arthur himself, who was behind me, to tell me that he wasn't killed by the attacks.



I took my revenge, after the ringleader took over the land,” Ivan said.



So, you were the one that told the police what really happened and sentenced all of them to their death?”



What?” Arthur gasped beside me.



Surprised you knew that. Who told you?” Ivan asked skeptically at me. Oh shit! Well, it wasn't like I figured that out from Arthur or being in this mansion.



Matthew... I think he got this information from the local villagers. As I said, they usually don't talk about it, but we did gather a little bit of information,” I explained.



Is that so?” Ivan asked, looking very skeptical. Oh shit, did I just sentence Matthew to his death? Oh shit! Oh shit! I am so stupid!



But, as I said, he disappeared. Some hobo kidnapped him and I have to go find him. Unfortunately, he's nowhere around here.”



Ivan smiled, then said, “I think I have a good idea where your brother could be.”



You do?” I asked, still playing clueless. Of course he's not gonna just hand deliver Matthew on a silver platter.



Yes. How about you wait here, while I go find him for you?” Ivan offered.



But... w-what about the hobo?” I asked.



No need to worry. I will gladly break his neck for breaking into my home,” Ivan assured before leaving out the door. I made sure he was completely gone, following his footsteps out of the room and through the hallways.



I sighed in relief, then slapped my face with both hands, muffling, “man, I'm so stupid! I can't believe I just let him know what Matthew told me!” I slid my hands down from my face. “I hope I didn't give too much away. At least I got a bit of information out of him.”



Alfred!” Arthur shouted at me, which made me jump. I had began realizing I made him mad for some reason, which I didn't know. What did I do to make him mad?



What? What's wrong? What did I do?” I asked confused.



Why didn't you tell me?”



Tell you what?” I asked confused. It's not like I hid anything from him or tried to.



Why didn't you tell me about what happened after the attacks?” Arthur demanded. Oh! … honestly, I never really thought about that. I kinda assumed he already knew. “For 50 years... I have been trying to put my life back together, bit by bit. I could never remember anything and I didn't know what happened outside of this mansion. I'm still trying to find out the truth about my family's death and the events following it...” Arthur's eyes shot daggers at me. “and YOU never told me once about the events after my family was killed. You've been hiding things from me all this time!”



Arthur listen!” I cried out, trying to gain his attention, while placing my hands up. “I may've not mentioned that part to you, but that's because I didn't think about it. I thought you already knew about it! It's not like I can read your mind. I thought you would have at least have known as much as the villagers, being you died after the attacks and was there at the time. I mean you said you had a maid with you, so I assumed she had to have kept you up to date or something! I'm sorry, if I can't know what you do or do not know... dead man!”



How dare you!”



I don't know how long you've been trying to work it out, but the mobs killed your family! That's all we know! End of story!”



But NON of it is completely true! IS IT!?!” Arthur shouted at the top of his lungs, grabbing me by the collar, which made me flinch a little. “It was YOUR idea to come out here and try to uncover what really happened! On top of that, you went behind your guardian's back to do so! Nobody knows you or your brother are here, so you can't contact the authorities or anything! You not only placed yourself in danger, but your brother as well! You are a reckless, selfish, irresponsible-”



SHUT UP!” I snapped, pushing Arthur off me, so hard that he lost his balance and fell on the floor.



I ran to the bar, placing my hands on the counter, to try to control my emotions. Arthur was right. That was stupid of me to just go waltzing to this mansion without telling anyone where I was. If I did, Francis would already be searching here by now, if he did allow Matthew and I to search the house. My arms were shaking as I was trying to keep the tears from rolling, but they did. I couldn't take any of this anymore.



A-Al?” I heard Arthur say quietly. I didn't bother turning to him. It was too embarrassing. I could feel him placing a hand on my shoulder. “I'm sorry...” I couldn't look at him, even if Arthur was sorry. My tears just kept flowing more and more. “Alfred. Turn around...” I shook my head as Arthur peeked around, and I noticed his eyes widened and jaw dropped from the corner of my fuzzy vision. “Al? Al... Why are you crying?” Guess I'm not the only one that asks stupid questions.



I shook my head, then covered my face, letting the sobs out. I cried, “It's all my fault! I was so selfish and careless! Matthew told me coming here was a bad idea and I didn't listen to him! He told me we would get in trouble someday, if we snuck off behind Francis' back! Now, I'm having to pay the price for not listening to him! Dad told me to listen to Francis before he left to Quebec and I continually and selfishly sneak around behind Francis' back! I even went to see Gran, while Francis and Matthew were working! I'm such an asshole and now I will never see my brother again!”



Don't say that! I shouldn't have said those things. I let my anger get the best of me. Please don't blame yourself! It's not your fault,” Arthur said, taking me by the shoulders, though I couldn't tell with my eyes covered by my hands.



But it is! I didn't even bother bringing a cell phone!”



No, it's not... I... I'm the selfish and insensitive one... I get angry, then take my frustration out on those I love... first my father and now you...” Arthur said quietly as I uncovered my eyes to see the hurt in his eyes. “I hurt both of you for being human... Perhaps if I had just agreed and let Ivan adopt me... The attacks wouldn't have happened... Ivan wouldn't have killed Father and my family would be alive. I would be married to Charlotte too...”



A-Arthur... Ivan had no reason to kill your father. That was his b-brother and, if that were you and Peter, I know you would never have pulled the trigger,” I sobbed, wiping the tears from my eyes. “Don't blame yourself for something you weren't responsible for.”



Then, don't you blame yourself for something you weren't responsible for either,” Arthur said, then hugged me tightly, me letting my tears flow from my eyes. “I am really sorry... I didn't mean to make you upset... It's not your fault... I'm not blaming you for anything.”



I cried for a while, hugging Arthur tightly. I don't know how long it was, but it was for quite a while. I was letting my tears flow like a river. I guess we all have to learn to live with each other's faults once in a while and learn to live with our own. We are human after all and humans make mistakes they wish they hadn't. I wish I hadn't been so careless and selfish, and Arthur wishes he didn't have such a ragging temper. 



We parted, me wiping the last bit of my tears, as Arthur asked, “so, am I forgiven?”



Yes,” I replied, my voice still hoarse. “I'm sorry for putting salt in the wound and calling you-”



It's alright,” Arthur replied. “That's what I get for not keeping up to date with what's going on. I probably should have asked you or Maria. It's not like you knew what I do or do not know. It's also very likely that Maria kept it from me to keep me from hurting more than I already was.” He then sighed. “I don't know what's worse, being trapped in this empty house as a ghost or not knowing how I died.”



I sighed, then something occurred to me.



Arthur, question: why can't Ivan see you? It's obvious that Maria saw you and I can see you, so why can't Ivan?” I asked.



I don't know,” Arthur replied. He chuckled slightly. “I don't know why you can see me, besides what I've already told you. You have to understand that not everyone can see a ghost, especially me. It could be because they don't have an open heart or don't believe in spirits that have yet to move on...”



But, I didn't believe in spirits... sorta... until I met you.”



He is a member of our dead family. I think he's the only living relative out of our family now. Whatever the reason, there's no telling.”



Do you think the fact he murdered your father could be the reason?”



Arthur's eyes widened for a second, before replying, “possibly.”



Then, let's go find Matthew! After Ivan left, I happened to pay attention to the creaks of the floors as he was walking down the halls. He seems to have walked passed the entrance, through the hallway on the left side.”



While we were having our argument?” Arthur asked in amazement.



Before actually,” I replied, opening the door for Arthur and I to enter through.  


Arthur and I walked out of the possibly bar room and through the hallway. We made a turn, pass the stairwell, then made another turn on our right, pass the entrance. Ivan can probably hear the creaks too, while I was on my way to that very room. At this point, I could care less. I had to find Matthew and see if he's alright.


I turned the knob, realizing it was locked, then took out the key I found in the safe in the lounge room. This key couldn't fit in all the other doors, so it has to be this one... I think.


“Do you think you gathered enough from Ivan?” Arthur asked as I placed the key inside the keyhole, which fit.


“I believe I did. The fact he calls the tragedy 'revenge' says a lot,” I replied as I turned the key.


“Alfred...” Arthur said as I turned my head. “While you were talking to Ivan, I began having another flashback.”


“What about?”


“I remembered the day I first met Ivan. He came to see us, after Mother died. While he was seeing us, he looked at me for what felt like hours. Then, he said, 'Your eyes are like emeralds.'”



“Sounds like words from a pedophile, if you ask me.”


“It sent shivers down my spine. My heart was pounding the whole time. All I could do was stand there and look at him. I think that could've come from your counter with Ivan. It was exactly how I felt as well. From the start, I never liked him, though that could be from having trust issues.”


“Huh...”


“I also remembered his voice... it was the same voice I heard before my father was shot.”


“Just as I thought. You must've encountered him, after seeing your father murdered. He must've been the one that murdered you too.”


“I don't think so,” Arthur said, his eyes furrowed. “Despite his bad intentions, I don't think he ever wanted to harm me. If that was the case, why did he want to adopt me?”


“I-I don't know! With evil men, you can never understand how they are!”


“I don't doubt what Ivan did was evil and I bloody hate him, but I am certain he wasn't the one, who killed me. I don't even know, if my death was even murder. I want to know the truth, Alfred, and we don't have time for assumptions.”

                                                                                                     

“Well, only one way to find out, huh?” I smirked as Arthur smiled and nodded before we entered into the lounge.

If you guys hadn't noticed, I had been busy during the month of December creating a drawing for a Secret Santa submission and a Christmas one shot for a Holiday Contest submission. I'm catching up on my fan fictions that I'm needed to write, including this one. I had worked on this before December and finally was able to submit it. Yay for me! XD 

Also, yes, I got a little creative with the preview image. I just got a picture of Ivan and Arthur in a flashback, then changed it to black and white, then included the pic of the gun over some pink background to make it a bit dark. I also darkened the black and white image of Arthur meeting Ivan with the Burn tool. I hope you like.

As usual, time for the Q&A Magic School Bus style:

I don't remember going into Ivan's room before going into Nunnally's room. You actually can. I checked. It might be a glitch, though you aren't technically supposed to be there before going into Nunnally's room. After checking the maid's room, you were supposed to go to Nunnally's room (being that Alfred and Arthur mentioned going there next... I think). Point is, you can in the game. Whether it's a glitch or not matters not.

Ivan's room wasn't locked, even when going into that room first before Nunnally's room. Yes, but in the last chapter, it was. I had to find a way of explaining how Alfred was able to unlock it. Basically, you have to finish the events from the last chapter before being able to go into Ivan's room.

Did Charlotte know about the attack in the game? It seemed kinda subtle. It was. In the game, it was fine to make it subtle, since the game is a mystery game. You can make the same argument with the Ace Attorney game with some events being subtle or never mentioned. The entire murder may not be revealed, because your job is to defend your client, not find the murderer so to speak. In the game, it's your job to uncover Arthur's memories and, in his memories, he wasn't sure if Charlotte knew or not. So, whether or not she knew wasn't the object or important to the game. In a narrative, this is important, since we're telling a story, not playing a game with an object of winning.

Hey, I noticed that Alfred never mentioned having any food in the game! Was that an extra addition? Yes. In the game, you don't have to add Alfred having food, since he's not fighting anyone or raising his health bar. That would be in Hetafire. Since time is passing and the narrative is going to include realism, we do need to have the characters eat. It's the same with the Pokemon manga and anime where they do eat in those mediums, but not in the actual game.

Kirkland Industries? They're not king and queen in this one, so this was a substitute for how they're rich.

I don't think Ivan ever went to the room you're about to go to. We don't really know where he went either. Also, keep in mind Alfred only paid attention to where Ivan went to AFTER he left, not during the time he was arguing with Arthur. So, Ivan had time to get out and go somewhere else too.

EDIT: I made a big boo boo with the name of Arthur's mother. I forgot her name was Sophia Kirkland, not Rosa. I did change it in Ivan's dialogue, but please let me know if there's another place where I placed Sophia's name to be Rosa Kirkland anyone else. Tell me what chapter and line of dialogue. Please and thank you.

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I enjoyed the interaction in this