An Extra’s POV

'Alright…'

Grandmaster Conrad felt tense as he stood before the black mahogany door before him.

Despite the late evening breeze, he could feel a bead of sweat, or two, forming on his forehead.

Still, he calmed himself and took a good look at the building.

The Guest House wasn't very large. It was a two-story building that was a bit wider than normal in order to accommodate as many rooms as possible.

The ground floor consisted of a living room, a reception area, a kitchen, and all manner of facilities that could help guests settle in.

There was also a mini-pub in one of the building extensions.

The top floor, however, consisted only of the bedrooms.

Since their guest, Ralyks, had only come for visiting purposes, Conrad already knew where he would be.

—The Reception Area.

As the Grandmaster placed his hand on the knob, after refusing a guard to do it for him, he took a deep breath.

The pure white color of the building was dulled by the encroaching darkness, but lights generated from luminous stones made sure to banish most of it.

Conrad was also certain that the interior of the building was just as illuminated as the outside—if not more.

'… I'm ready!'

Grandmaster Conrad twisted the knob and opened the door steadily.

He was greeted by the inner beauty of the building.

Despite being very small, compared to the palace and the Otherworlders' living quarters—among other structures—within the Royal Estate, it made up for it with its charm.

The chandeliers on the ceiling glowed brilliantly, and the pure white allure of the building's walls and floors complemented the entire atmosphere.

It felt serene and pure.

Conrad's train of

where their

strengthened his resolve and hardened his gaze as he followed behind the lively

at Knox, and it seemed the old

of his apprehension hidden under a mask of charismatic confidence, the old man's disturbed

why he hasn't picked

it was obvious that Knox wasn't as… able… as he

himself with the burden of responsibility, it was better to choose one

of one or two who

is present one to us, and we'll review the successor

in the Royal Council, if he chose a capable person, everyone would

bring it up again. But first, I have to

Head Guard

this as a prompt to quicken his pace, but out of regard for the old man, he maintained

is…' Conrad regretted not asking for details from the Head Guard—or anyone who

running

moments later, Conrad found himself standing before the

it was more than enough to fit in a group of ten—perhaps twenty—who desired to

fact that only Conrad, Knox, and the Head Guard were going to be the ones inside—along with Ralyks, of course—that meant there was

the door for them this time, prompting Conrad, Knox, and finally the Head

of the Reception Area was just as

chandelier on the ceiling, with

and the center table that separated the two sides of the

the room was

'A-ahh…!'

the dark stain on

the form of a

body was wrapped in darkness, and his crimson

seated comfortably, resting his back on

an inch when

someone of the Grandmaster's standing appeared before someone,

even went as far as

figure remained in his post as if Conrad didn't even

than the movements of his glowing eyes, it would be impossible to tell if he even saw them