บท 72: Request

Drip, drip—the rain started to slowly fall, tapping against the window with a calming rhythm.

At the villa's cozy-looking office, which also acted as a small library, Digby read through a mystery novel with a cup of tea in hand.

As he took another sip, suddenly a knock resonated throughout the room.

"Come in." Digby said roudly, closed the novel, and put the cup of tea down on the desk.

The door opened, and a well-armored guard entered the office with a low bow.

Digby's eyebrow rose. "You're on guard duty, are you not? Did something happen?"

"We have a person on the front gate that claims he received an invitation letter." The guard said.

"An invitation letter?" Digby frowned. "In the past few months, I have only sent one letter…"

His eyes slowly began to widen, but he then shook his head, thinking that it wasn't possible.

"Did you get the person's name?"