It was a remote and inconspicuous suburb in the imperial city of the Rose Empire.
There was a private house over there, which was bought secretly by a certain royal highness at a high price.
He declared that he just wanted a quiet environment to ease his mood.
That royal highness always liked this. The noisy internal strife in the city always made him feel noisy.
At the gate of the house, there was an unremarkable carriage.
Even ordinary people could have it.
No one paid attention to these ordinary things.
Inside the house, the warm house was burning with fire.
It was cold outside and warm inside.
Sitting on the large chair, a man with a beard wrapped in fur was drinking hot tea.
With a powerful body, he picked up the sugar on the table and put it into the steaming black tea.
"These superior black teas are awarded by the queen. Don't you want to have a taste?"
The agent didn't dare to say anything out of kindness. He smiled bitterly.