The fire in the reception hall of Earl Bona's residence burned brightly.
Marquis Ravenclaw was like an unwelcome guest; even when ushered into the most luxurious chair, he did not show the slightest hint of a pleasant expression.
Bona initially avoided him for half a day under the pretense of not being home.
Only when he could no longer avoid it did he rush to see the Marquis.
"Your Excellency Marquis, personally pursuing the remnants of the Cult, you have truly been through great toil!" Bona's face bore an impeccable smile as he personally offered a steaming cup of honey wine spiced with rare ingredients, "Having traveled so far, I've already instructed my staff to prepare hot water and..."
Ravenclaw did not reach for the wine; his gaze fell directly on Bona's face.
