Courtyard.
"Why are you here... Hmm, no, this isn't your true self."
Alfred's face showed surprise when he saw the newcomer's appearance, but he quickly realized that the person who came was not who he thought it was, or rather, not the person himself.
The newcomer was an old man, with a kind face, rosy complexion, long silver-white hair, and a long, grizzled beard.
He wore a dark blue robe adorned with white or silver stars, and the glasses on his face seemed to hint at his profound knowledge.
"A puppet made from some special materials, capable of carrying a part of my spiritual consciousness."
The old man explained with a smile.
After speaking, he naturally sat down opposite the stone table, took the tea Alfred handed him, and took a small sip.
"At first, I was wondering why you would leave the Royal Capital, but I didn't expect it to be a puppet. I almost didn't notice; your craftsmanship has improved again."
