The town of Morgan under the night sky.
In the three-story building where the manor lords gather to hold meetings.
On the table, the candle light from the animal fat candles in the candelabra, perhaps a breeze slipped through the window cracks.
The warm yellow glow gently flickering, illuminating several faces.
Their expressions were indifferent, even with a hint of disdain and impatience.
At this moment.
A slender, fair hand extended, clenched into a fist, and tapped on the table with the knuckles raised on the back of the hand.
The wooden table responded with a 'thud thud' sound.
As the figure reclined in the main seat leaned forward.
Janet's exquisitely beautiful face, from beyond the candlelight's range, came into the view of several people.
Janet's face was calm, her gaze sweeping over the three Morgan Town manor lords.
"Gentlemen manor lords, I'm sure you are aware of the upheaval that has occurred at the Frank Manor."
"I won't waste any words with you."
