Frost Halberd City, Northern Governor's Mansion.
The hearth burned quietly, the room filled with the scent of pine resin and wine.
Duke Edmund lounged on the high-backed chair, fiddling with the silver knife on the table. The fire lacquer seal on the envelope was a familiar sun pattern, the crest of Red Tide Territory.
He hummed lowly, a smile tugging at his lips: "That boy finally wrote a letter… Could it be about the wedding?"
He tore open the envelope, unfolded the paper, and began to read.
The initial lines indeed referred to the progress of wedding preparations, such as the venue and the guest list… but soon, the writing became hurried.
The following content shifted to: insect swarm, parasitic, mind control, corrosive liquid, explosive spreading mechanism, combat puppets with purple-tinged pupils.
The letter trembled slightly in his hand, Duke Edmund's brows slowly knitted, the sinister scar slashing across his face seemed to tug and tremble as well.
