He grabbed a handful of cherries from the fruit tray, popping them into his mouth one by one, the blood-red juice spreading like blood, glaringly bright.
Just as he spat out a cherry pit, a heavy thumping of footsteps suddenly sounded from outside.
Several members of the Silver Guard Army exchanged glances, immediately putting on their helmets, quietly reaching for the weapons at their waists.
Meanwhile, Imre had already raised his spear, his face dark as he said:
"I'll go see what's happening. This sound should be the territory's guards."
The others nodded.
As members of the Silver Guard Army, their combat skills were more than sufficient.
Whenever they detected a change in their surroundings, they would immediately react.
However, before Imre could step out the door, a hurried clatter of footsteps approached, pushing open the waiting room's door.
Two of the Gransham family's private soldiers burst in. Seeing Imre, they took a breath and shouted:
