(Third Person POV)
Year 2032, July 5th, according to the global calendar.
In the eastern part of the Tirshtain Empire, within the territory of Marquis Reinhardt.
The city of Reinhardt was a fortified city, surrounded by massive walls.
It wasn't large compared to the other marquisates, with a population of around five hundred thousand.
However, it was the strongest among all the marquisates, even rivaling some duchies in military strength.
In a dark underground space, there was a dimly lit room. In its center stood a desk, and behind it sat a man with golden hair.
As the man was busy browsing his phone, the door to the room opened, and a person dressed entirely in black entered.
The figure wore a mask with slits that revealed glowing red eyes behind it.
Although a hood concealed most of their head, glimpses of black hair could still be seen.
"Oh, what a surprise. The witch herself pays me a visit. What good deed have I done today to deserve this?"
