Ludwig's group stood awkwardly at the grand entrance of the Urbaf mansion. The sprawling estate loomed before them, its imposing facade casting long shadows in the morning light. The man who greeted them, clearly the patriarch of the Urbaf family, had a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"I heard that my knights rudely interrupted your breakfast this morning," the man began, his tone warm but layered with subtle authority. "To make amends, I had the servants prepare something for you. Please, come in and make yourselves comfortable."
Ludwig inclined his head slightly, acknowledging the courtesy, though he remained wary. The invitation was wrapped in politeness, but the entire scenario felt off. Behind the patriarch stood the eldest of his three sons, his face adorned with a smile that was more smirk than sincerity.
