On the open terrace of the Royce Manor, Count Mario stood at the edge, gazing into the distance with a brooding expression. The veins on his hands, resting on the railing, betrayed the turbulence in his heart. The white-knuckled grip and the intensity of his grip made it clear that he was far from calm. However, the reason for his anger remained a mystery to all.
Even Martin, whom Count Mario trusted the most, remained silent, standing with his head lowered to the side, and the other dozen knights followed suit, not daring to approach.
Suddenly, the door connecting to the platform swung open, and a sorcerer in black robes briskly entered. For some reason, when Martin saw Moodus return, he felt a sigh of relief. He leaned closer to the Count and whispered, "My Lord, Moodus is back."
Count Mario nodded but didn't turn around. He continued to gaze into the distance.
