Inside his office, Alvaron worked through a stack of documents on his desk. From time to time, he let out a small sigh and scratched his head.
"Damn..." he muttered, shoving the papers aside and leaning back in his chair. "I can't calm down in the middle of this mess."
The war between the Castellan and Valmire families had already begun, yet he could not interfere. It wasn't that he lacked the will or the power—it was Nolan's order.
Even so, countless letters of protest had already arrived from the heads of noble families. It was no surprise, considering both were Marquis houses—second only to his own Austin family.
Their conflict had thrown the surrounding territories into chaos and disrupted the economy in the eastern region.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a ball of light suddenly appeared two meters from his desk. In the next instant, the beautiful figure of Malverna, half her face hidden behind a mask, emerged from the glow.
