In front of the gates of Duke Saint Clair's Mansion.
"Mr. Eric, this is a package for Miss Inanna."
The speaker was a neatly dressed, polite young man.
Eric knew this young man; he was the new young supervisor sent by the guild's postal service this year. Every time there was any mail for the Duke's Mansion, he delivered it personally.
Behind him were two guards, and from the sword and shield emblems on their epaulettes, it was clear they were official guild personnel.
The young man held a sealed small box with both hands, and on one corner of the box was a red seal — the highest grade of mail from the guild's post station.
"For Miss Inanna?" Eric confirmed with a hint of doubt.
"Yes, Miss Inanna's package." The young man smiled, holding the box steadily without the slightest impatience.
This was strange. At this time, who would send something to Miss Inanna?
And with a red seal.
