"Marquess! Dead bodies have been found in the same condition as before. The corpses already don't have a drop of blood, and there is no trace of life essence at all." One of the soldiers in a Marquess residence in the eastern region, ran briskly towards his master who was sitting on his work chair.
The soldier noticed the response of the Marquess, who was massaging his temples with a grim face. He did not dare to lay his eyes on his master for a long time. The Marquess looks depressed lately because of the death cases that routinely come every day from his area.
The marquess lowered his hand that had been used to massage his throbbing temples. Again, the same cases come every day. This of course makes him more stressed. "Are the corpses from my territory as usual?"
