A few days before Yman and Rea were called to the palace.
Inside a grand-looking room, a young man with long pointed ears was anxiously resting his unbearded chin on his fingers of two hands that were entangled together, whereas his elbows were on the table.
His white-skinned face showed an unhappy emotion, in which his long slender eyebrows were twitching to form creases on his flat forehead.
His cold-looking eyes with ruby-red pupils were fixedly staring to the front. But his focus wasn't there; it was beyond what was in front of him. And they were gleaming that full of hostility towards something.
A pair of two long white bangs were framing the sides of his cone-shaped face, but the man wasn't a white-haired man. He had long jet black hair, wrapped neatly at the back of his head
The man was wearing a long elegant suit of maroon and golden color.
