Meanwhile, back in the Forstblade Mansion—
Inside Velc's spacious, dimly lit office, the scent of old paper and ink lingered in the air. The fire crackled faintly in the hearth, but the atmosphere was anything but warm.
"Did you find out who did this?" Velc asked with a sharp tone, annoyance etched deep into his face as he shuffled through stacks of paperwork concerning his territory. His eyebrows twitched, jaw clenched in irritation.
Alfred stood beside him, hands clasped respectfully behind his back, wearing his usual composed expression. In a calm, low voice, he replied, "Not yet, Master. So far, there's no sign of anyone directly involved in the incident. We're still investigating thoroughly. The only lead we have is someone seen carrying a sack of seeds from the stores 10 days ago… but nothing concrete yet."
