Lind sat in front of the City Lord's desk.
He had been feeling relieved that he personally put Lania on the Golden Throne, thinking he would no longer have to deal with the intricate and headache-inducing variety of governmental affairs. He was tired of having to do everything himself, even though many policies required just that.
Yet when interests of the territories marked with his symbol were infringed upon, it was difficult for him to stay out of it.
Fortunately, Miss Isa had not died. She was one of Lind's most precious treasures at this stage, even surpassing the horn and the holy grail he possessed.
The only individual who held knowledge, irreplaceable.
People always said he was aggressive, but Lind thought he was still too gentle, he should have acted even crazier.
The tip of his pen rapidly glided across the paper as Lind reviewed one after another of the matters reported to him from Raven City.
