Europe.
Bordeaux Manor, within Prince Barrello's castle.
The night was as dark as ink.
A crescent moon hung in the night sky, its cold moonlight sprinkling down, illuminating the ancient castle.
At this moment, the villa was ablaze with lights.
In the vast dining room, a long luxurious European-style dining table was covered with various French dishes, the aroma wafting through the air.
Yet, only three figures were seated at the luxurious long table.
At one end of the table, sitting in the center, was the owner of the castle, Prince Barrello.
The other two were seated at the middle positions on either side of the long table.
Both were Westerners, one male and one female.
The male Westerner had a hooked nose and a tall, robust physique, even more muscular than Prince Barrello. His golden short hair and sharp eyes occasionally flashed with a fierce light.
