Axel stepped into the large office, filled with piles of papers on the desk, the count reviewing them one after another, barely glancing at their contents. The man was a mid-third-phase powerhouse with a wrinkled face and baggy eyes.
He had shiny blonde hair and glasses on his face. But a pungent stench of smoke and wine hit his nose. It was hidden through a joke of a spell, which Axel's senses saw past with great ease. The man did not even spare him a glance as he entered the room; the Count only continued to sign one document after another.
Axel smiled. Anyone else would have been flustered, hesitating on what to do since the Count was putting on airs.
But he sat down, right opposite to the count, not on the couch to be left waiting, but on the chair. He started speaking, "Count Bram, thank you for giving me your time, despite your busy schedule."
