Eiro stepped through his manor with a light smile on his face. It hasn't been too long since he's been here, but he still kind of missed this place. But even so, he couldn't dwell on these thoughts too long, since there was business to take care of.
The Demon stepped into his personal study and sat down in front of the desk. He had to write a few documents for a plan of his. More specifically, these 'documents' were letters, written from the perspective of random people that may or may not really exist.
These letters would be mostly about the life of the person in question, asking the other a few random things. But the most important part was information subtly weaved into the letter. The information about a powerful necromancer in the capital.
