The mansion, as still as it seemed, pulsed with a life of its own. Even in the quiet moments after the confrontation in the west wing, there was no true sense of peace. Ryuto and his companions had dispersed to their respective corners, each attempting to process what they had just faced. Edwin, however, had retreated to the study, pouring over ancient texts and maps like a man possessed.
Ryuto found himself wandering the dimly lit corridors, his sword strapped to his back. He needed clarity, some way to piece together the events of the day. However, he didn't get far before Edwin's voice cut through the quiet.
"Ryuto. A word."
Ryuto froze. The tone was calm, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. He turned to see Edwin standing in the doorway of the study, his expression unreadable.
"Sure," Ryuto said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
