Isaac groaned in frustration, thumping his chest as if to release his growing anxiety. He couldn't fathom Sylas's unwavering confidence.
'Damn it, whatever happens, happens,' Isaac thought, surrendering to his fate as he lay face-down on the floor. With no way to escape the situation, he could only hope Sylas's plan held some merit.
A few days later, Lydia and her entourage arrived at the Esslingen estate. Though the journey had been long, the gravity of the matter had driven them to press on without rest.
"Welcome, both of you! It is an honor to receive such distinguished guests," Christoph greeted them with a broad smile. His expression radiated genuine pleasure.
He had expected a bishop at most, but instead, the saint of Baltor and the legendary Matthias "the Red Hammer" had been dispatched.
'I never imagined figures of this caliber would come. My luck is truly unmatched,' Christoph thought.