Prince tapped his finger rhythmically against the desk of his study. It was a solemn atmosphere inside the study.
A bright gas lamp stood on the desk, beside a stack of books, and created a yellowish glow that created shadows of figures across the walls.
The sun was setting, and as it got darker with each passing moment, the shadows became more prominent and taller.
"Mind repeating that?" Prince opened a drawer, brought out a finger-sized cigar, and lit it up before placing it between his lips.
"Y-yes, sir." The scout of Saturn Dojo held his chest as if he were in pain and said, "H-he sent a dinner invitation to you, wanting to speak to you.
"H-he actually made me feel pain. I am not overexaggerating; he made me feel the worst pain of my entire life!
"H-how the fuck did he do that? That should be impossible, right?!"
"Calm down, Nyco." A bronze-haired woman sat on a high stool, moving her legs left and right. Her name was DeadlyKiss.
