A deep violet carriage moved along the path of the forest.
The sun had not yet shone upon the world. And the carriage had been moving for quite some time, all the way from the nearest station in the capital, and was heading to the Royal Castle of Celesties.
Shervin was reading a book, while Arthur just stared outside the window.
He used to be a commoner. A man who moved to the county from a border village that got purged by the demonic rift years ago.
He's a desperate man. And men with desperation achieve heights they can't even dream of.
Arthur was such a man who built the largest and most lethal information network, to the point that he now has a royal invitation in his hands.
Years ago, no one would even lend him a coin of gold, yet now they all want his favours.
"Marcus Rile," he mumbled that name.
"There had been some rumours, and we're not sure of those, so I don't think you should focus on that man, Sir," Shervin spoke.
