"Count, might you prefer to wash up and eat first? I can come back later,"
Count Nicoll, standing by the table, only then realized his unchecked enthusiasm.
However, it was inevitable for Count Nicoll to have lost some measure of control, seeing as he had just obtained great power. Now, heavy dark circles lay under his eyes, a clear sign he hadn't gotten any sleep the night before. But his eyes sparkled and he seemed to be particularly high-spirited.
This was the bewitching charm of power, far more impactful than coffee or stimulants.
"No need." Robed in his sleepwear, Colin seated himself at the table and poured himself a cup of coffee, "Have you concluded your discussion?"
"Yes, Count. Here is a battle plan we drafted overnight for your review."
With that, Count Nicoll handed over a thick scroll.
Colin took a sip of bitter coffee, took the scroll casually, and began to read carefully.
At that moment, light footsteps echoed within the room.
