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 thought as he led him to the Reception

was where

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

Knox, and it seemed

his apprehension hidden under a mask of charismatic

wonder why he hasn't picked

Knox wasn't as… able… as he used

the burden of responsibility, it was better to choose

or two who would be perfect for

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

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

it up again. But first, I have

corner, and the Head Guard was already standing

his pace, but out of regard for the old man, he

regretted not asking for details from the

was running in

found himself standing before the pure white

to fit in a group of ten—perhaps twenty—who desired to have a

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

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

just as beautiful as

the ceiling, with pure white visuals that occupied the

that separated the two sides of the 'U' shaped Sofas

was this

'A-ahh…!'

as he saw the dark stain on the purity of

the form of

darkness, and his crimson eyes

seated comfortably, resting his back on a couch while folding

didn't even move an inch when

standing appeared before someone, they would stand and

as far

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

glowing eyes, it would be impossible to tell