Kieeee! 

The tall spire was constantly surrounded by ghostly, eerie sounds.

Thud, thud, thud.

Raven steadily climbed up the spiral staircase of the tall spire.

“We greet the master of Pendragon!”

Two heavily armed soldiers who stood at the top of the spire saluted after seeing Raven.

“At ease.”

After nodding lightly, Raven looked towards a certain place. One of the soldiers took out a large key from inside his clothes and walked towards the door made of rusty, steel bars.

The steel door opened with an unpleasant noise, and a stale odor rushed out along with a blast of cold wind. But without paying it mind, Raven walked into the small space which only had a small window the size of his palm.

“Keep up the good work.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

It was unbecoming to leave a noble young master alone in such a place, but the soldier bowed his head deeply before leaving.

Kieeee. Thud!

At the sound of the door closing again, a person wrapped in an old blanket in one corner of the room slowly raised their body.

“Heuh?”

The half-naked man had a ragged beard, and as he raised his head, he met Raven’s eyes. The man’s eyes filled with fear as he faced the deep blue eyes that shone in the dim light. His shoulders...