Under the warm embrace of the sun, the bustling streets of Crystalia came to life, creating a vivid tableau. Inside a majestic mansion cocooned by verdant greenery, Romulus stood by a window, his gaze lost in the world beyond. The serenity was abruptly broken by the creaking of a door and the cadence of advancing footsteps.
A young man, appearing to be in his twenties, with short black hair and an air of noble confidence, entered the room. He was dressed in a finely tailored knight's uniform, a testament to his dedication to his role as a protector under the service of Romulus.
"Did you find anything about him?" Romulus inquired.
"Yes, young master. That black-haired boy you were talking about, his name is Damian. Not only that, it seems he is new here," the young knight replied.
"Anything more?" Romulus pressed.
"No, there's nothing more," the knight reported.
