A knock came from the office door. The dynasty head's gaze immediately sharpened toward it, clearly wondering who would dare interrupt them.
"Ah, finally, she's here." Garrick smiled and waved them off, making it clear he was responsible. "Come in."
The door opened, and a tall, regal Ingrid stepped inside. Several dynasty heirs frowned almost immediately. Garrick, however, welcomed her with an excited smile.
"My favorite niece! Come, come, sit beside Uncle Garrick. You came at the perfect time. The main fight's just about to start."
Ingrid scowled at him, her expression practically asking why the hell this drunkard of an uncle was suddenly acting like they were close. Garrick, of course, didn't seem to care, cheerfully tapping the iron seat he'd formed beside him.
