The Return to Grigor!

The grey city, Grimholt, was built in the northern demon territory from the blood, sweat, and tears of Grigor. Countless knights perished and fought to establish its tall, stone walls to create a shield that protected Grigor. 

Alan poured so much into this city that he became the Grand Duke of Grimholt.

This city became his symbol.

His pride.

"Your grace! There is a message from the King!" 

A soldier rushed into Alan's humble office.

The simple wooden desk and meeting table, though without luxury. There wasn't any dust in the room and a shelf of books on the wall. A handsome blonde sat in front of the valuable books, while the scribble of his pen and the scent of ink filled the room.

"I see, leave it on the desk." 

"Yes, Your grace."

"You may leave, have Lewis take your place and rest."

"T-Thank you, your grace!"