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.

The Head Guard interrupted Conrad's train of

was where their

hardened his gaze as he followed behind the lively man in

and it seemed the

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

he hasn't picked

that Knox wasn't as… able… as

better to choose

who would be perfect

us, and we'll review the

Knox's standing in the Royal Council, if he chose a capable person,

it up again. But first, I

Reception Area was right around the corner, and the Head Guard was already standing in

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

man this Ralyks is…' Conrad regretted not asking for details

was running in

Conrad found himself standing before the pure white entrance

wasn't a very large room, but it was more than enough to fit in a group of

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

them this time, prompting Conrad, Knox, and finally the Head Guard to

Reception Area was just as beautiful as every

ceiling, with pure white visuals that

center table that separated

the room was this

'A-ahh…!'

dark stain on the purity

form of

in darkness, and

resting his back on a

didn't even move an inch when Conrad

appeared before someone, they would stand

even went as

this figure remained in his post

eyes, it would be impossible to