A giant door opened, producing a deep and slow grating sound that echoed in the room.
Bel entered the wide room, her eyes naturally staring at the far end where a table was placed. Behind her, the butler took hold of the door's handle and slowly pulled it. With a banging sound, the door closed, leaving only Bel and the man behind the table.
"You know, father, you should consider fixing your door. It's loud and unpleasant to hear," Bel commented, a smile forming on her lips.
A man with black hair and a moustache that reached the sides of his lips sat behind the table, his silver eyes staring at the paper in his hands.
"I think I should raise your punishment. Why don't you fix my door then?" the man said, placing the paper back on the table.
"I was just kidding, father," Bel hurriedly said, her smile turning stiff.
