Joachim opened his eyes and stared at the man through the prison bars in front of him. 

“…I don’t know how my older brother gained control over everyone in the castle, but the security must be terrible if a suspicious-looking person like you can just waltz into a high-level prison.”

The man who came to see Joachim looked as suspicious as hell. In a prison cell where not even a ray of light could shine through, the cloaked man covered himself from top to bottom. But the man did not reply. Instead, he hung the torch on his hand to a sconce next to him. Then the man stepped one closer to the prison bars. His body was huge. Compared to Joachim who was skinny and tall, the man was extremely buff, and he was about a head taller than Joachim. However, Joachim looked straight at him without a shred of fear in his eyes.

“That’s impressive. Your eyes are not full of despair yet.”

“Stop saying nonsense and get to the point.”

Joachim usually addressed everyone with respect and honorifics, but he dropped his manners and spoke roughly to the man—that was how shaken Joachim’s mental state was. The man’s mysterious appearance also played a significant part.

“Fine.” The man didn’t like talking for long. “Don’t you want to fix what has gone wrong?”

“What has gone wrong?”

“I’m talking about the current state of the Dracul family. Do you seriously think the current state of the Dracul estate...