(Procyon Star System)
(Planet Lumclite- Private Manor)
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The quiet sounds of knocking could be heard as a handsome middle-aged man rapped his knuckles against the wooden desk.
Clearly, he was a man of high nobility as his clothes were made of an expensive metalloid thread only imported to the Federation in small quantities.
His countenance was elegant and yet there was a primal savagery hidden deep within his bones that lurked just beneath the surface.
He wore a cold smile as he mulled over the contents of the letter in front of him.
The temperature in the room continued to drop with every passing minute.
The two maids shivering slightly in the corner of the study room did not even dare to move as they feared drawing the attention of their clearly irate master.
Their lips were starting to turn blue as frostbite slowly crept up the exposed skin on their bodies.
