A stack of paper documents sat on the room's lone mahogany table, which was covered by a red cloth.
A man in his fifties with salt-and-pepper hair rested with his eyes closed, resembling a dozing lion.
The nobleman, who had arrived looking excited to deliver news, instinctively slowed his pace, afraid to disturb the formidable old man.
"Pasa, what is it? Go on," Cross said, opening his eyes. The exhaustion in them was impossible to hide, but he forced himself to be alert.
"My lord, forgive my intrusion, but this news is simply too astonishing," said Pasa, a Baron in charge of the Communication Magic Stone. "A message just came through."
No matter how he'd cursed it in the past, the Communication Magic Stone had been as responsive as a common rock. Yet now, it had delivered a message at this crucial time.
That was why he couldn't afford any delay, even if it meant disturbing his lord's rest.
"Let me guess. This must be good news."
