The aged ruler of the Red Griffin Clan, the old Count, lay on the bed with his eyes closed.
His white hair was in disarray across his haggard and aged face, his chest rising and falling slightly, and a faint sound echoing from his nose, evidently immersed in a dream.
Caitina glanced over, tiptoeing towards the desk, where a few pieces of parchment and a brass bookmark were scattered.
Caitina ignored the items on top and turned her gaze to the wooden cabinet below the desk.
She bent down, moved the cabinet aside, and lifted the rug on the floor.
Beneath it were rows of stone bricks. Caitina glanced over them and directly targeted the third stone brick, prying at the edge with her finger and forcefully pulling it out.
Beneath the brick was a small silver box.
"Found it!"
Caitina felt a surge of joy in her heart, held her breath, and took the small silver box, placing it in her bosom.
