The very next moment, Dorian was seated on a single wooden chair. Standing in front of him was a man dressed in what could only be described as patched, dirty rags, his face smudged with grime.
At the side of the small, cramped house stood Ciel, her arms crossed with an air of indifference.
Maria, on the other hand, was still outside, taking care of yet another task Dorian had given her.
Additionally, the single bandit Dorian had let live was kneeling not too far from the gathering.
Lili, in her humanoid form, stood beside him, her small frame radiating an unsettling pressure that served as a perfect intimidation tactic.
"Alright, I am listening," Dorian said, a carefree look on his face.
The man in front of him glanced to the side, towards the captured bandit, and then back at the ground, a worried look etched on his face.
Dorian sighed at the sight, immediately taking note of what was happening.
