Early morning.
In the yard where Richard lived, the collapsed wall had been quickly repaired by hurried craftsmen, and the collapsed side rooms had been cleared away. However, building new ones would take some more time; Richard had no such plans, making the yard seem somewhat empty and exceptionally quiet.
In the silence, Richard sat in the study, writing on a papyrus scroll with a quill. Meanwhile, in the living room, Pandora curled up on a chair, sleeping in. Suddenly, a frantic knocking erupted from the outside of the courtyard door, sounding as if someone was being chased.
"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"
"Lord Richard, open the door quickly!"
Richard recognized Gro's voice and raised his eyebrows slightly.
What could be so urgent? Was there some important matter? But... what could it be?
