"So? Why did you summon me?"
In a massive mansion at the prominent location of the Bellenford Capital, a young man was standing before a lush garden, flowers of every hue swaying gently in the breeze, making everything so beautiful.
And perched on his shoulder was an owl who looked quite ordinary from the outside. It was none other than Velmara, whose eyes looked sharp yet curious, fixed intently on Lucien's face.
"I need your help."
After hearing his words, Lucien directly expressed what he wanted from him. Now he didn't want to waste a single moment of his time.
"Oh? My help? For what?"
Velmara was stunned and asked.
"If it is about tonight's meeting, then you don't need to worry. Malcolm had already told me everything."
He thought Lucien might be asking about the meeting arranged by him with the help of Sera.
"No, not about that. I need your help right now."
However, Lucien shook his head and instead, he suddenly looked at the Owl on his shoulder and asked,
