'Who Are You?'

'What time is it?'

Florian stepped into Heinz's office, his posture tense despite the exhaustion weighing down his limbs. The dim candlelight flickered against the polished wooden walls, casting long shadows across the vast chamber. There were no knights stationed at the door, no attendants waiting in the wings. The silence was heavy, pressing against him like an invisible force. Outside the tall windows, the sky was ink-black, the castle halls eerily quiet.

'It's late. Probably past midnight…'

The realization sent a fresh wave of fatigue through him. 'Has it really only been a day?' It felt impossible. So much had happened—his capture, his escape, Arthur's death. Every event bled into the next, leaving him mentally and physically drained. And yet, he couldn't rest.

Heinz had called him here for a reason.

'Couldn't he have just said whatever he wanted earlier?' Florian thought, suppressing a sigh.