In the silent depth of night, the faint hooting of an owl could be heard.
Within the not-so-spacious guest room, the atmosphere was so stifling it seemed to suffocate.
Count Uman and Knight Louis stood rooted to the spot, caught off guard by the news delivered by Butler Derrington.
They had never expected that Duke St. Hilde would have left a will.
For a moment, a million thoughts raced through the minds of the two men harboring evil intentions, but none of them were clear.
Butler Derrington, seemingly unfazed by their silence, unfolded the sheepskin scroll in his hand.
The breaths of Count Uman and Knight Louis became heavier at once. They exchanged a glance and then quickly turned their attention back to the butler, as if they were awaiting their final judgment from fate.
Derrington, seemingly indifferent to their agitation, cleared his throat and began reading the contents of the parchment:
