In a certain kingdom located in the center of the continent.
Crack!
A loud noise of shattering glass was heard inside the grand library of a certain aristocrat's lavish mansion. It was already afternoon so most of the servants heard it. However, they didn't dare to approach the room since it was off-limits for lowly people like them.
In the expansive room full of books, a young boy who appears to be at the age of 13 looked at the broken communication crystal with apathy. He was dressed in a fine suit that can only be worn by children of a high noble family.
"Now, that was boring," the boy said with a voice that didn't match his physical age. It was a deep male voice as if it came from the deepest pit of the earth.
"L-Lord Isami." A small girl, probably aged ten, asked in a stutter. The frills of her little gown have a few dark stains. On the girl's lips and nose, there is a black substance dripping from it. It is blood but not the common red blood. It looks like black ink.
