One week later, in a place unknown.
In the hall, deep within the underground chambers of an ancient building, lit only by the light of candles.
Five figures sat in five exquisite chairs akin to a throne that ringed the circular hall.
They surround one individual standing in the middle.
For centuries, this area serves as the meeting of the Shepherds of the Black Hand since its founding.
The Shepherd of Francois, set himself sideways on his chair, earning a disapproving look from the Shepherd of Sardegna Empire, at the Shepherd Austrean Empire's right.
The Shepherdess of the Britannia Empire sighed delicately, whereas the Shepherd of the Deutschland Empire looked uninterested as always. However, his presence alone was enough to keep the Shepherd of Francois from his carefree laziness.
In the center, the Shepherd of Ruthenia Empire stood restlessly, his eyes glancing around his comrades looking for his chair, but it was missing.
