Five minutes had passed as Bran and Samoo stood outside the room, waiting silently with Alfred by their side.
The tense atmosphere weighed on them, each second dragging by. Finally, the door opened, and a knight emerged.
His presence was commanding, yet his expression unreadable.
Bran and Samoo couldn't place him, but they watched as he passed by without a word, barely acknowledging their presence.
Alfred gestured for them to enter, and they followed, stepping cautiously into the room.
Before them sat Victor Kol, the head of the Kol noble family, his appearance as opulent as the room itself.
Beside him was his brother, Dorain, whose scrutinizing gaze fell upon them like that of a master sizing up his servants.
A thin, cold smile appeared on Dorain's face as he spoke, "So, you're the ones who rose to senior ranks in the Dockmaster Organization."
