Gu Castle Fortress.
Snowflakes swirled in the air, and the cold wind was as sharp as a knife.
Within the attic, the light of the fire flickered, casting a warm glow.
"To meet with you, under Quasi-General's command… it's a great honor."
The man wearing a black mask sat upright in the guest chair, his demeanor formal and poised. Though his words were of gratitude, the tone of his voice carried not a hint of thankfulness… The raspy yet forceful sound echoed in the spacious attic parlor, indicating he was well-prepared.
"The honor should be mine…"
Before he could finish, a young voice interrupted him.
Sitting opposite the man, the Quasi-General's subordinate was puffing on a cigar, legs crossed nonchalantly. His tone was even more perfunctory, equally devoid of any sense of honor.