Henry followed the messenger through Hobia under the cover of night, his footsteps making faint sounds on the sandy, gravelly road.
Upon arriving at the town hall, he was led directly into the Third Prince's study.
Inside, the Third Prince was standing by the window, his gaze piercing the darkness as if he were deep in thought. Hearing Henry enter, he turned around, a look of resolve on his face.
"Baron Henry, good evening."
Henry was taken aback for a moment. The Third Prince's steady tone and expression were a bit much, not quite matching his handsome, youthful appearance.
'Trying to act like a master strategist with me?'
"Your Highness, do you have a mission for me?" Henry bowed and got straight to the point.
The Third Prince nodded, gesturing for Henry to sit, then sat down behind the large desk himself.
He picked up a document from the desk and handed it to Henry.
