In the darkness of the room, a lone figure with long black hair sat in a chair, quietly reading a book. He was none other than Kelar.
For the past night, he had been waiting for news from his men but none had arrived. What made things worse was that Cynthia had gone to Daisy Town, killing several of his subordinates in the process.
It was a grim situation. Being exposed was already a disaster, but losing Cynthia was far worse. Something he could not afford to let happen.
Suddenly, from the shadowed corner of the room, a figure cloaked in black emerged and bowed deeply before him.
"My Lord, I have returned. I apologize for the delay."
Kelar clenched his fist tightly as his knuckles pale. But after a moment, he released the tension and exhaling slowly. He set the book down on the table, stood, and turned toward the kneeling man. Raising one hand, he signaled for him to relax.
"Tell me the situation in Daisy Town," he said evenly.
