33 Bram

Katcha!

The sound of a pen breaking suddenly resounded in the well-lit study room.

'' They came back unscathed? '' asked the man sitting on the stylish wooden chair, his hands banging the rectangular table.

'' Y-yes, leader,'' answered an old butler, his voice stricken with fear, and his body wouldn't stop shaking.

The old butler was in a poor quality grey robe that matched his short grey hair and a long beard that grew down to his chest.

As for the leader, he was adorned in a blue robe that felt smooth to the touch. He had short raven hair with a clean-shaven face.

His thin eyes further constricted in anger and his light-brown face twisted in displeasure.

'' What's the meaning of this? Didn't we settle those crazy hounds? '' his gaze landed on the old butler, demanding an answer.

'' I also don't have enough information leader,'' the old butler replied, '' however- ''

The leader's eyebrows perked up as the old butler drew closer, unwrapping a letter.

The leader received the

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