One hundred kilometers north of Black King City.
A city belonging to a viscount, within the manor.
Our Lord Viscount is lying on a beast skin sofa, listening to the elegant notes slowly emerging from the Magic Speaker, gently humming a tune, incredibly at ease.
But suddenly.
"Knock knock knock"
A knocking sound echoed from outside the door.
This made Lord Viscount furrow his brow, his tone somewhat unfriendly as he shouted:
"Didn't I say not to disturb me as we approach noon?"
"Lord Viscount! There's a matter that must be reported to you. I... I dare not make decisions on my own, so I've come to see you."
The voice outside was a bit cautious.
"Tsk! Useless fellows! Fine! Come in then!"
The viscount said discontentedly.
The room door was opened, and a guard in leather armor, a professional, slowly walked in.
"Speak, what exactly is the matter? If it's just a trivial thing, you'll regret coming to see me at this time!"
The viscount's eyes were sinister.
