In the Intelligence Minister's office within the Demon City Cabinet, the room was currently silent, woven with countless schemes, except for the occasional crackle from the fireplace.
Seated behind a massive obsidian desk, Duke Karamos Melusine gently tapped his long fingers on the tabletop, as if striking piano keys.
As the leader of the Melusio tribe, his appearance was almost unnaturally beautiful, yet what was even more impossible to ignore were his eyes, filled with calculation.
Like a certain Duke within Andes Manor, he too was in an exceptionally good mood tonight.
According to the timing, at this very moment, the bomb he personally buried on the Northeast Shore of Vortex Sea should be about to detonate.
Not too much, not too little, it should be just enough to dismantle Colin Manor.
"Although it's not something worth mentioning, Padric's despairing expression is truly delightful to watch over and over... Hehe."
With an enchanting smile on his face, Karamos continued.
