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In the dimly lit confines of his private chamber, Friedrich Rothschild sat in brooding silence. His posture and expression radiated an aura so forbidding that even the most hardened warriors dared not approach. The "do not disturb" message written across his features wasn't merely a suggestion – it was a survival imperative that every servant and soldier in the estate instinctively understood.

The staff could comprehend his state of mind, to a degree. The sacrifice of his beloved Victoria to the Spirit King had left a wound deeper than any physical injury. Yet none dared speak of it, maintaining a careful distance from their grieving lord. All routine matters were being directed to the second-in-command, maintaining a semblance of normal operations despite their leader's withdrawal.

But now, that careful arrangement was about to shatter.