บท 81: One Sided Negotiations

The Rumins Estate.

The Southern Marquessate was warm, but the residence of the Marquess was even warmer. The Marquess, Pat Rumins, was walking through the hallway- neither too fast, nor too slow. He was a man in his late forties with a strong and tall build, and a moustache. He emitted a solemn aura, prompting the people to distance themselves from him.

A young lady joined him, her feet always fell half a step behind those of his.

"I got an invitation." The marquess brought out an envelope from his pocket and gave it to her. There were no seals on it. The only thing that made it stand out from the hundreds of letters he got everyday was it's smell.

*Sniff. Sniff*

A sweet aroma entered the lady's nostrils, causing her to squint. "Edgarwood? The Royal Family? They could've just sent an official invitation with the Royal seal upon it." She looked at the man. "Why did they have to waste their precious Edgarwood?"