"The Snow Demon's return to the Grand Duchy was thought to be a sign of the Frost Giant's departure, yet here we stand with such an incident."
Count Merlin, puffing on a cigar, looked out the window at the distant Shadowflame Volcano, "I have governed the Council of Elders for over a decade, yet the state of the Grand Duchy seems to be getting worse... Russell, do you think grandfather really is getting old?"
In the reflection on the glass window, Count Merlin's hair was already a silvery white.
Ever since Grand Duke Kunstan's demise, Count Merlin's hair turned white overnight, and since then, not even the Dragon Breath of the Bipedal Flying Dragon could restore his hair to its former blackness.
"Grandfather, everyone has their limits, and many things are beyond our control," Russell consoled, "Under your governance, the power of the Shadowflame Duchy has been on the rise. From this perspective, you are a qualified Chief Executive."
