Inside the Florance estate, Reynald sat in his study, his head propped up on one hand while the other held a document he was reading.
He let out a slow sigh, his gaze still fixed on the pages before him.
To be honest, I'm still hesitant about this. I haven't gathered enough support to reclaim my position yet, but…
Reynald massaged his temples and leaned back in his chair for a moment, hoping to calm his mind. Just then, a knock on the door pulled him back from his thoughts. He raised an eyebrow, and a voice came from outside.
"Brother? Are you in there?"
Reynald sighed, straightened his posture, and smoothed his clothes. "Yes. Come in, the door's unlocked," he replied calmly.
The doorknob turned slowly, and the figure he knew so well—Schnee—stepped inside. She walked over to Reynald and set a document on his desk with steady, deliberate movements.
Reynald glanced at the paper before lifting his eyes to her. "What's this?" he asked, his voice curious.
