Crimson Tower, inside the Duke's study.
A slightly plump Sigmund was bent over a large desk, fully engrossed in writing and drawing on a piece of parchment, sketching out calculations for a magic array that delved into the realm of soul purification.
Knock knock—
A cautious knocking at the door interrupted his deeply focused thoughts.
"Come in!" he replied without lifting his head.
The newly appointed adjutant pushed the door open, carrying a square package inscribed with sealing magic, and carefully placed it in the open space on the desk.
Sigmund looked up from the complex array, his gaze sweeping over the package with a hint of puzzlement: "What is this?"
"Sir, have you forgotten? This was the item you personally ordered to be sent urgently through special channels, with the highest priority," the adjutant respectfully replied, knowing only this much as he had no authority to know the contents of the package.
