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Rolling Stone Town, liege's manor, study room.
Wearing a sleeping robe, Rheagar yawned as he pushed open the door from the corridor and entered. As expected, an unbelievably handsome guy was already neatly dressed and sitting at his desk, waiting for him.
"Wait, I'll get Madam Wesley to make me a pot of coffee."
As he spoke, Rheagar poked his head out from the side door of the study and called out the maid's name.
When he took the coffee from the servant and walked slowly to the table, Zeller had already placed a letter in front of him.
"Matthew's letter."
Zeller said.
"Who?"
Rheagar held his coffee and blew gently, his face full of confusion.
" Matthew, your magic consultant." Zeller reminded.
Rheagar looked extremely surprised, but his expression was too exaggerated.
"Wait. I have a magic consultant?!"
