Harold immediately recognized the proud voice.
It belonged to Kaiser Silver, the First Elder of House Silver.
Harold had met Kaiser before, although their interactions had been limited. Because of that, he had never understood the old man particularly well. Still, his impression of Kaiser had never been good. There was something about the man's manner that made Harold instinctively distrust him. He was the sort of person who could smile politely while calculating how to use the person standing in front of him.
But this time, Kaiser was not the most intimidating person in the room.
Standing behind him was an old man Harold had never seen before.
The man had white hair and a long white beard, with wrinkles covering his face so deeply that they seemed capable of crushing a mosquito between them. He wore an ordinary magic robe and carried a common-looking wand. Nothing about his clothing suggested that he was someone extraordinary.
His expression was completely different.
