Half an hour prior.
Micheal was drinking a precious tea blend inside his study, overlooking the territory he created in a complex mood. He had done his best, but the world outside was too dangerous not to worry.
Sip. Ah, good tea.
He bought this tea from Althea for a very high price and, as he savored the warm drink, he could feel his stress and worry diminishing at a palpable rate.
As expected of the woman who could handle that man with ease.
In any case, he was perusing the population list in this better mood when a group of people appeared and shot up the top of the list, which made it stagnate again.
He was curious and a little apprehensive at first, but then he saw the name at the very top. Immediately, he stiffened and his jaw tensed, his eyes turning darker at the sight of it.
Garan Witt.
The man that caused them huge amounts of losses just because of his 'intervention'.
