Lancaster City, the study in the mayor's keep.
The interior of the study was decorated luxuriously. Still, despite the walls being lined with book racks and arranged to the last corner with rare manuscripts, there was no sign that any of those items had been read.
The hearth was burning brightly, warming the room as if it was spring, a completely different world from the ice-cold weather outside that sent chills down the bone.
Thud, thud, thud.
Someone was knocking on the Teslia sandalwood-door—a material as expensive as gold—from the outside.
"What is it?" Corinth, the mayor of Lancaster who was also known as the Black Buck lowered his quill and asked calmly.
"We have found the corpse of the Baron of Nigelania, My Lord." His retainer reported with a voice that was not quite loud but audible enough for the mayor.
"Humph. I've told that fellow not to be rash…" Corinth snorted coldly. "You may enter."