On the quiet night when the moon rose above the horizon, a tall, symmetrical building stood amongst the sea of buildings.
The walls were made of anti-magic, black carbon stones, and the windows plastered on each floor were etched with protective spells to prevent break-ins.
The headquarters of the Marrowgold Merchant Guild, situated in the Western District of the Capital, faced the Dwarven Ironed Kingdom. Its majesty was built by the ambition of a guildmaster and a certain Undead in disguise.
The Undead sat on a well-cushioned sofa in a carpeted room, his empty sockets, no longer disguised to appear human, watching the opposite seat with caution.
A lone catgirl was seated, hands folded in patience.
"Um..." Ed adjusted his sunglasses. "Miss Nyxia. It has been 20 minutes since the agreed-upon time of the meeting. Is your master-"
Then, the maid's ears perked up. "Say again, and I'll toss your bones into the