A momentary silence hung over the foundational layer hall of Lichtenstein Castle.
The elegant stone corridors, the grand fireplace, and the paintings suspended on the walls, all had been immersed in the dim light of early morning.
The openness of the rich young master, along with the numerous disclosed details, suggested his identity was probably not in much doubt.
As for the bodyguard twins behind him, they did not seem to have any intention of speaking so soon.
Frey nodded his head and remembered these three as [Young Master and his two hired goons], then turned his eyes to the three women standing at the far corner.
"We come from Cerryti Empire."
The girl leading the group, who had an aristocratic air about her, nodded courteously, her demeanor evoking elegance and humility. Her brown hair was as smooth and supple as ribbons.
However, she didn't plan on saying too much, even when faced with Frey's stern eyes she didn't shy away.
