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.

train of thought

was where their visitor

hardened his gaze as he followed behind the lively man in front

gaze at Knox, and it seemed the old

compared 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

it was obvious that Knox wasn't as…

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

knew of one or two who would be

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

Royal Council, if he chose a capable

first,

and the Head Guard was already standing in

his pace, but out of regard for the old

regretted not asking for details from the Head Guard—or anyone who

running in

Conrad found himself standing before the pure white entrance to the Reception

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

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

them this time, prompting Conrad, Knox, and finally

interior of the Reception Area was just as beautiful as every

chandelier on the ceiling, with pure white visuals that occupied the

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

room was

'A-ahh…!'

as he saw the dark stain

came in the form of a

darkness, and his

his back on a couch while folding

didn't even move an inch

of the Grandmaster's standing appeared before

went as far

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

than the movements of his glowing eyes, it would be