At the main mansion of Klover estate, the butler stood in the duke's study, reporting to Duke Percival about the previous night's meeting that was held in Demin's residence.
The day was early in the morning. The sun was just beginning to ascend on the horizon, casting a gentle golden hue through the windows. Birds chirped melodiously, contributing to the cheerful ambience that enveloped the estate.
Despite the picturesque morning, Duke Percival's face doesn't mirror the cheerful atmosphere outside.
Sigh-
A heavy sigh escaped the duke's lips who was sitting behind his mahogany desk. His fingers drummed pensively on its polished surface.
"Now that they've decided on the candidate, we can't no longer cause a rift between them and disrupt their cooperation," Duke Percival uttered with resignation.