"Extra, extra! Intis's official media has publicly issued an article condemning Lenburg's interference in Feynapotter's internal affairs and proposing that Feynapotter abandon its monarchy and join the republican system..."
Early that morning, newsboys hawked newspapers through the streets. An elderly gentleman with an impeccably groomed appearance sat far from the windows. Deep wrinkles lined his face, his hair was gray, and though his red eyes were somewhat clouded, they still carried the bearing of someone long accustomed to high rank.
A cup of Marquis Coffee sat before him, untouched, its fragrant steam slowly curling through the air.
Not long after, the coffee shop's door was pushed open. An extraordinarily handsome young man entered carrying a newspaper. Yet strangely, his peerless looks seemed to draw no attention at all. Like an utterly ordinary passerby, he crossed several tables and sat down in front of the old gentleman.
"I had thought an Earl would be coming today. I didn't expect you to come in person." The young man waved down a waiter and ordered a cup of Xibo Black Tea, speaking with a mild expression.
"I don't have much time." The old gentleman spoke in an aged, deep voice. Although the young man before him had concealed his aura, Nabeus could tell at a glance, using the innate abilities of a High Summoner, that the other party was a Sequence Three demigod. And with a Sanguine's sense of smell, he could clearly tell that this person was very young.
To become a Sequence Three at such a young age while apparently retaining a decent amount of humanity clearly meant that he had an enormous power backing him.
Combined with the fact that the information had come from that fool Emlyn, there was hardly any need to guess who stood behind him.
Thus,