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.

this way, Sir." The Head Guard interrupted Conrad's train of thought as he

was where their

gaze as he followed behind

seemed the old man was pretty tense

to Conrad, who kept most of his apprehension hidden under a mask of charismatic confidence, the old man's disturbed expression was easy to

hasn't picked a successor

Knox wasn't as… able…

it was better to choose one of his many

one or two who

one to us, and we'll review the

standing in the Royal Council, if he chose a

it up again. But first, I have to deal

Area was right around the corner, and the Head Guard was already

prompt to quicken his pace, but out of regard for the old

wonder what kind of man this Ralyks is…' Conrad regretted not asking for details from the Head Guard—or

running

later, Conrad found himself standing before the pure

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

be the ones inside—along with Ralyks, of course—that

time, prompting Conrad, Knox, and

the Reception Area was just as beautiful as every other part of the

chandelier on the ceiling, with pure white

the center table that separated the two sides of

was

'A-ahh…!'

nearly jumped as he saw the dark stain on the purity of the

form of

and his crimson

his back on a couch

an inch

the Grandmaster's standing appeared before someone, they would

went as far as

figure remained in his post as if Conrad

be impossible to tell if he even