Mist enshrouded the clear autumn morning as a mansion quietly stood amidst the maple forest on the South Bank's second district of Pariel.
The grand edifice was built of gray stones, with black tiles on its rooftop and chimneys towering at both ends, seemingly without any smoke rising for many years.
Golden and reddish-brown maple leaves silently drifted down, forming a thick carpet of fallen foliage on the dry stone steps.
"Then I will just report it like this, please have a look at the document, Count Bathist."
In the reception hall, a sergeant major of the Senate Execution Squad in black uniform sat on the sofa next to the oak coffee table and handed Count Bathist a diamond-shaped, cowhide striped folder.
This was the old residence of the Bathist family.
After their mansion in North Shore's fourth district was severely damaged, it would take some time to repair.
So the family had moved here.
"Thank you, Lieutenant General."