Meanwhile, in Devil City.
Count Noeman clutched a document as he hurried toward Marquis Oscillate's manor.
"Earl."
"My lord..."
No one stopped him along the way; instead, they greeted him constantly. After all, everyone knew the status Count Noeman held in the Marquis's heart.
He arrived at the Marquis's bedroom.
Though it could also be called a sickroom.
"Come in."
Noeman hadn't knocked. With Marquis Oscillate's power, he had sensed Count Noeman's arrival long ago.
Upon entering, he saw the entire room was bathed in the light of Holy Oil lamps. These were gifts from the Southern Holy See, said to be beneficial for one's health.
The Marquis, who should have been recuperating, was instead reclining in a chair, staring at a map hanging on the wall.
Although Marquis Oscillate was no longer managing affairs publicly, daily reports were, in fact, still delivered to his desk.
