Boske Duchy, Stratholme Fortress.
Cassius lightly pushed open a hidden door in the wall and entered the hall.
This time, the members of the Arcane Priory had not yet arrived in full, but the venue was already abuzz with discussions. Most members' faces were shrouded in a cloud—that of fear for the uncertain future.
The majority of the Anzeta Branch members were Northern nobility, accustomed to a life of extravagance and debauchery. But now, the shadow of the Red Dragon loomed over the North, with each duchy teetering on the brink of collapse. They also feared the flames of war spreading to their own homes, threatening to strip them of their noble status.
Upon seeing Cassius arrive, a tall noblewoman promptly greeted him.
"Good day, Mr. Remnant Flame."
"Good day, Lady Tulip, you are as beautiful and enchanting as ever," Cassius responded politely.
It wasn't just this noblewoman; many others approached him, looking to converse, some even going out of their way to curry favor.
