René held a parcel wrapped in oil paper, leaping off the horse into the cold night.
Unless injured or sick, he almost never rode in a carriage, preferring to ride a horse.
From afar, he saw Raphael pulling with Duvalon.
Raphael was gripping his arm, while Duvalon stood with his neck stiff, with both their shoulders tense against each other.
It seemed that Duvalon wanted to go inside to warm up, but Raphael was pulling him back, not letting him go.
René halted before them: "Did His Eminence summon you both?"
Raphael released his grip, and Duvalon stumbled to steady himself, his nose turning red from the cold.
Raphael stepped forward: "Did you also receive the notice? Is it about the construction site?"
René remained silent, looking at him coldly.
Duvalon adjusted his collar: "What's the point of asking here? Just go upstairs."
The oak door of the Holy Seat Mansion closed slowly behind them, blocking out the wind and snow from outside.
