Several days had passed since the first tripartite discussion regarding Scorpion Forging.
The Count had not left the study to figure out the proper forging method, and was currently engrossed in a sea of engineering blueprints when the urgent report from the Maid Supervisor interrupted his thoughts.
The dark-haired Border Count lifted his head, his wine-colored pupils slightly dilated with fatigue now scattered by surprise: "This..."
He did not bother to confirm the authenticity of the information, for the maid before him, the most outstanding among the maids, a servant always wearing a gentle smile, would not make such a low-level mistake.
However, the content of the message shocked the Count, compelling him to rest a hand on his forehead, his tone revealing an unmistakable surprise:
"The Lady Saintess is missing... How could such a thing happen?"
The Count leaned back in his chair, murmuring to himself with disbelief.
