Marquis Walford's mansion.
Just like the king, Marquis Walford also received a piece of news. However, his news was not related to the movement.
"What did you say?" the marquis widened his eyes, staring at his butler.
"The expedition has been ambushed and we couldn't recover anything."
"…" The marquis's eyes turned red as he knew what this meant. He waved his hand while closing his eyes.
The butler nodded his head and left the room, giving the marquis some time to think about this matter.
Right after the butler left, a woman's voice echoed in the room.
"It seems that you are in trouble, Marquis."
The marquis glanced to the side. The woman was standing behind the shelf, but the shelf wasn't thick enough to cover her entire body.
Yet, despite such a person standing so close to the marquis, the butler didn't notice her at all. It felt like she never existed in the first place.
