Master Rivoles still had his back to the high lords. A gust of wind caused some of his neatly combed hair to fly to the side, but he remained carelessly standing there like a statue. It was an unbelievable sight considering his nature to pursue neatness and organization at all times.

‘I can’t believe the master is acting like this…’

Verna could see that Master Rivoles was wholly focused on Mehen’s mansion.

“Which clans have families in this city?” he asked in a calm voice while finally putting his hair behind his ears.

Verna quickly came to her senses and responded, “Yes, Master. There are families of Helmond, Samit, and Todor.”

“Did they call for their clan masters?” Master Rivoles asked.

Verna answered, “I’m not entirely sure, but it’s quite possible if the lords of their families have made the same judgment as Mehen. Perhaps… The masters of the other clan…”

“It’s not Helmond. Samit… I don’t think so. Not that brat of Todor either,” Master Rivoles said.

“…!!!” The eyes of Verna and the other high lords widened with astonishment. Wasn’t their master saying that there was a figure possessing power close to a clan master within Mehen’s mansion...