Erallete Mansion
"Surely that child is still alive." An old man whose face was covered in minimal wrinkles looked horribly stern and strict sitting on a chair and his hand resting on a stick plated with gold with a sun insignia struck on top of it. His aura wasn't to be taken lightly. The people surrounding him were all humble and had their head down in the hall room that was lavish and big, plated almost with gold and silver, the wall shinning and a glamorous looking ancient chandelier hanging above.
This glamourous looking mansion belonged to the family of Erallete. One of the six major family producing 'S rankers' from generation. His son standing in front of him was also humbled by his father angered look.
"I am… not really sure." As the man standing humbly in front of his father said in a lower voice, the old man threw his stick at him almost intending to beat him.