Laying a Trap

Inside the reception room.

The Gas Lamp cast a gentle, non-glaring light, leaving the entire room somewhat dim and creating an atmosphere where mystery and tranquility intertwined.

Kendal entered with the two girls and his servant, immediately spotting the young man seated on the sofa.

The other man sat in a relaxed posture, lightly reclining against the sofa. His long hair, fading from gold to red, was simply tied into a ponytail. Paired with his neatly pressed white shirt and black trousers, he exuded an air of aristocratic refinement.

Under the young man's deep purple gaze, Kendal immediately felt tense.

"Kendal, head of Fosaka's Black Sand Group, greets Foreign Minister Gilan."

The middle-aged man placed a hand over his chest and bowed to the young man on the sofa.

The two girls at his side, along with the servant behind him, also offered Gilan their greetings.

During this time, Shafra discreetly studied the purple-eyed young man from the corner of her eye, unable to help marveling at his exceptional appearance and bearing.

But the next moment, she realized that he seemed to have noticed her gaze. His eyes swept toward her.

Startled, Shafra quickly lowered her eyes and did not dare sneak another look.

"Please, have a seat," Gilan said calmly.

"Yes, sir." Kendal took a deep breath, doing his best not to appear overly nervous, then led the two girls to sit on the sofa opposite the young man.

"We meet again, Miss Senani."

Gilan smiled slightly at the black-haired young woman.

Senani quietly clenched the hem of her clothes.

"I'm very glad to see you again, Mr. Gilan... I never expected that you were the Foreign Minister of the Bremen Empire."

"My apologies. It was important official business, so it wasn't convenient to tell you on the train,"