Lying in bed, Horn stared at the floral drapery of the bed curtain for almost ten minutes.
This was his habit every morning upon waking up, reminiscing and reviewing recent gains and losses.
A week had passed since Ludvik left, and if nothing went wrong, they should have boarded the ship to Kasha County by now.
If things went smoothly, then their internal voting could be completed before the New Year Festival.
As the liaison, once Martin received Ludvik's handwritten letter, he could be the plenipotentiary representative to sign the "Holy Axis Pact."
It's hard to tell what reaction the Thousand River Valley Church would have.
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and flicking it away, Horn turned to get out of bed.
The brick walls were fitted with wooden panels, a sturdy walnut wardrobe placed near the bed, and the baseboard lined with wave-patterned carved tiles.
This was Horn's residence at Joan of Arc Castle, initially the love nest for Duke Kush and his lover.
