The sunlight seeped into the heavy, thick curtains of the castle of Etrama. It's one of the castles in the country that is owned by the Royal family. A man was chewing on his tobacco as he held a delicate photo in his hand. He watched as the gardener trimmed the wide garden outside where he always held parties when he was young. But this time, he's old and the only heir in the family hasn't been found.
"Sir, the family Belmont asked for help from our men again. Searching for Maverick Belmont."
"Ignore them." He said as he put away his tobacco. "Find my grandson instead."
"Yes, Sir." His secretary named Mr. Bryan Loren bowed his head. He's tidy as always and he stood there for a moment. "Sir, are you aware that they were after the real heir of Belmont?"
"Yes, and I care no less about them unless I have my grandson with me. Belmont, those rascals need to know their places."
"S~Sir, they are from the Noble Family."
