"Uncle, what exactly are you going to give me?"
"Hehe, little Vito, have you ever seen a mermaid?"
"Ah? A mermaid!"
An excited cheer arose, and the red-haired little boy in the room recalled the mermaid he had seen years ago at a certain noble's house.
His eyes were full of joy, written with a desire for possession, and he nodded eagerly.
"No rush, Uncle promises you that after the banquet, I'll definitely gift you one."
The man in the conversation had long black-brown hair, tied into four or five braids.
A face in his thirties, with slightly yellow skin, somewhat savage and fierce features, but at this moment he was smiling gently.
Knock, knock.
It was at this moment that the sound of knocking came.
His expression paused, then he waved to signal a servant to coax the boy named Vito away.
"Lord Mod! Something has happened!"
The one knocking hurried in, face full of panic.
"What is it?"
"Bernard and the others, they're all dead!"
