Duke Kleo hadn't been able to focus on work lately, which had left some a bit neglected. Even though he had forced himself to focus and get rid of things other than work, it turned out to be difficult.
The king had given him orders to immediately resolve a rather thorny problem in Eastlandor, which resulted in a drastic decline in food production.
There are already several solutions that he thought of, but only to implement them. But every time he thought of Lyra, things would go haywire. All the solutions he had thought of were swept away and even simply vanished, leaving no trace at all.
He had never been like this before, at all.
The door to his study opened, followed by the figure of Mr. Bertus who entered. His body soared through the sunlight that fell on the carpet, absorbed it, and warmed it. With a gesture that was always disciplined and firm, he put down some of the old documents that Duke Kleo had requested.
