There were no decorations or embellishments, only the pure, ice-cold black.
It was Aaron and Casio. After they had stopped the horse carriage, they talked with each other for a while. Aaron was quite chatty, but he said everything that the Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism wanted him to say. For instance, the Chief Inspector dealt with a mass of affairs every day and was also a workaholic. Therefore, he would only arrive at the banquet at seven o'clock in the evening and hoped that Casio would understand.
Casio didn't mind. After all, his mood was still quite good. One of the targets of his retracing mission, the Bronze Key, was about to come into his possession.
Once he had the key in hand, Casio would head for the Alfama Mountains. He had already dispatched his elite subordinates to Shire County ahead of schedule to look for traces of the Magic Box, believing that the two Commanders would not disappoint him.
