Charles Drost had not been up long after rising from his bed.
While he was still eating breakfast, he suddenly heard the news of someone coming to visit.
"Who is it? Is there no appointment?"
The Minister of Commerce immediately frowned. Since his servant said "someone" was coming, it must not be one of the ministers or major merchants who often visited his home—they were familiar faces, and their names would at least be mentioned when they came to report.
This gave Drost a vague sense of unease.
—And very soon, this premonition came true.
"It's me, what's the problem?"
Before the person arrived, a hearty and loud voice carried over from afar, "Do I need an appointment to enter your house?"
The visitor paid no heed to the servant's attempts to stop them and walked straight in.
It was Grand Arbitrator Meg!
Drost immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
