The heavy velvet curtains kept the howling snowstorm out, leaving Frost Halberd City's mansion so quiet you could almost hear the breathing of the flames.
The fireplace flickered weakly, and the dim magic lamps divided the room into light and shadow, with the only clear sight being the high-backed chair and the young lord seated in the shadows.
Louis wore a black silk shirt casually, his collar slightly open, as if he had just pulled away from the gentle atmosphere of a family banquet.
At his feet lay a snow-white Ice Wolf pup, half-squinting and dozing, yet still maintaining the keenest alertness to his surroundings.
Isaac stood quietly in the corner, the young man with a straight back, like a novice apprentice, with eyes full of reverence and tension.
Outside the door came the sound of chaotic footsteps.
Then came a creak, and Baron Morkan was led in by an attendant.
