Eugene employed a small carriage to load his luggage, then soon arrived at a dark gray manor located on a hill. He proceeded to reveal his identity to the men standing guard at the gate, who were looking at him with suspicious eyes. Utter surprise soon filled their faces as their jaws became agape, and one of the guards immediately rushed into the manor. Even though the distance from the gate to the manor was quite long, Delmondo rushed over in black clothes and a mask less than five minutes later.

“M-master!” he called out.

“Have you been well?” Eugene asked.

“He must have been more than just well. He looks more well done from everything he has enjoyed until now,” Mirian spouted nonsense while poking her head out of her leather pocket. She had been staying in her pocket to potentially detect the presence of any wizards or elves at the port.

Delmondo disregarded her and knelt on one knee before speaking politely, “This humble one has done everything in my power to carry out your instructions. My wish is to work my life for you, master, before I return to eternity. For me, that is what it means to be well.”

Count Delmondo was a celebrity in the City of Petrucca and was famous for his seemingly endless wealth. It was commonly known that he was a subordinate of Maren’s King,...