In the vast territory of Malteon, south of the Kingdom of Vesperia, two men sat in the cavernous basement of a grand mansion.
One was Carmine, the third son of Duke Galleron, the master of this estate.
The man before him wore a relaxed expression, utterly at ease despite facing a noble infamous for his tyranny and depravity.
“You’re the ‘Agent,’ then?” Carmine asked, his tone seeking confirmation.
The man, his eyes half-lidded, offered a
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