The sudden words left Histanlia frozen in place for a moment.
Shiayar, however, paid her no further attention, merely turning his head to glance at "Silver Fox" Riel beside him.
"By the way, what about the surprise the Borgia family promised me? You haven't forgotten, have you?"
"Young Master Shiayar, you worry too much," the silver-haired head butler responded with a smile.
Although puzzled by the whispered exchange between Shiayar and his family's young lady, Riel didn't take it too seriously, figuring it was likely just some private words shared between an engaged couple.
He waved his hand.
The next moment, two middle-aged men, both exuding imposing auras and possessing the strength of Masters, stepped forward, escorting a gaunt middle-aged man between them.
His face was gray and withered. His hands, hidden by prisoner's garb, were shackled in heavy Mithril handcuffs, engraved with one complex arcane pattern after another.
