"Looks like the scheme collapsed…"
A pleasant voice, dripping with mockery and an air of arrogance, wafts eerily in the air as a High Nobleman controls the grim expression on his face.
The reception hall is bright and grand, with all the expensive allure befitting the High Nobility. All manner of luxuries are on full display, with regality practically oozing from the four walls of the room.
It's a private room that only contains two people.
One is the displeased High Noble, who holds a glass of wine in his trembling hands. He has a furious expression on his face, but somehow he controls his rage really well.
The reason lies in the existence of the other person in the room.
He is shrouded in shadows, with only his crimson eyes glowing within the only dark area of the room. Unlike the High Noble, this other man is dressed rather simply, like a traveler or adventurer. Still, somehow his presence causes the seemingly elevated atmosphere in the room to plummet to its lowest point.
