On the night after the Spring Festival, the office of the Red Tide Lord's Castle was serene and warm.
The clamor of the banquet had long dispersed. The fireplace burned with a warm fire, casting light on the stone walls and bookshelves. The air was tinged with the scent of mead and stewed meat.
Louis took off his cloak, just sitting down at the desk, preparing to handle some post-festival official documents.
At this moment, a guard knocked and entered, speaking in a low, cautious tone: "Milord, a lady requests to see you, claiming to be... 'Emily Edmund.'
Louis's quill paused slightly in hand. He looked up, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Emily Edmund?"
He had thought this noble fiancée would quietly leave after observing all there was to see about Red Tide.
Unexpectedly, she chose to show herself after the festivities, which somewhat surprised him.
"Please bring her here," Louis said deeply.
The guard nodded in response and quickly left.
