The Count was sitting in front of a large desk. There was a mountain of documents on one corner of his desk. The giant signature on top of the load indicated the completed pile, while a load of documents on the opposite corner seemed to be the unfinished pile. As he sat in front of the messy desk, the Count looked far different from the time he had led an army to war as a brave knight not so long ago. This was the appearance of a lord of an estate now, and what naturally came after a bloody, dangerous war was nothing to do with swords but wrestling with documents and papers.

The Count placed the pen in his hands next to a document had been reviewing for a long time. It seemed like the paperwork was grueling as the Count’s face was streaked with deep fatigue.

“You are a bit late,” the Count said.

“Some things happened along the way.” That was all Zich explained. His attitude was beyond rude for someone addressing a high-status noble, but the Count looked unconcerned. Then, Hans bowed to the Count once and went out, leaving only the two of them in the room.

“Count Dracul from the neighboring country and Lady Rouge informed me that they are on their way here.”

“I heard...