The wheelchair-bound man Shade was going to visit this time was the local Baron Samir.
"Samir" meant "fjord" in the ancient Southern Dialect of the Old Continent. When the Witch Followers conducted a brief background investigation at noon, they discovered that the baron's ancestor had likely been among the first nobles to settle on this island.
The Samir Family now consisted only of the wheelchair-bound baron. Moreover, due to his father's failed investment many years ago—the fleet had sunk, wiping out all their capital—the family had almost nothing left apart from the old mansion.
As for the baron's legs, they had been injured in a riding accident about ten years ago. Baron Samir was now thirty-six and still alone. Other than the two maids and one manservant in his home, he did not even have anyone close by his side.
Still, though the family had declined, he retained his title. The remaining assets were certainly enough to let him live out his life in comfort. Compared to commoners of this era, Baron Samir still lived quite well. Especially given that his legs could not move, he did not really need much.
Samir Old Mansion stood on the eastern edge of the city. The lockdown order from the past few days had left the nearby streets desolate. As Shade leaned his head out of the carriage and spotted the tall old mansion surrounded by black iron fencing in the distance, he instinctively felt oppressed.
"If someone with limited mobility lived in this kind of environment every day, they'd definitely develop psychological problems."
Megan, who was reading through the information the Followers had gathered before departure, shook her head.
"That Baron Samir has no psychological problems. My young ladies found that he is actually a writer. Though he isn't as famous as