Sitting behind the desk, Edward lowered his head and flipped through the towering stack of documents, with heavy eye bags like sponges soaked in water.
From night to dawn, he even forgot when he last closed his eyes.
The Extraordinary Power at Gold Level seemed to be completely spent on staying up late, and he was only grateful that he hadn't neglected his knightly training before turning thirty, as his thirty-six-year-old self now had the capital to strive.
Just as he yawned, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in." He didn't lift his head but instinctively collected his lax expression, restoring the Duke's dignity on his face.
Upon receiving permission, Sir Yang Andes silently entered and gently laid a battle report on the desk.
"Sir Wesley succeeded." Andes' voice was weary, carrying with it a familiar humility, "The west wall of Glanton Castle was breached in the artillery fire. Earl Derek and the northern vassals knew resistance was futile and have surrendered."
