The door to the lavish private chamber was pushed open slowly from the outside.
Duke Herold stepped in with his usual calm demeanor, no longer showing the slightest hint of anxiety or concern like the performance he had put on in the courtyard earlier.
In the dim corner of the room, Delia's figure stood tall, staring out the large window.
Even though she knew Duke Herold had just entered, there was not a trace of fear or nervousness in the mysterious servant's chest.
Her expression was completely composed, as if she knew for a fact that she was in a perfectly safe position. Delia smirked without turning her head.
She knew full well that the black-armored knight in the dungeon would never be able to open his mouth to reveal the truth about the mastermind behind it all.
