Feysac, Indo Port, Golden Horn Manor.
Nelly Pitt, one of the Secret Order's vice chairmen and a Scholar of Yore, lived here in seclusion.
He had originally hoped to uncover the truth behind the unknown divine battle fought here at the end of the Fourth Epoch and digest his Scholar of Yore Potion... Unfortunately, he had been away from Feysac when the Twilight Castle ruins appeared offshore last year. He had missed his chance to investigate them.
But he was not discouraged. He was now looking for another way into the Nightmare Ruins.
Publicly, Mr. Nelly Pitt was the mayor of Indo Port and held the title of viscount. He had also lived here for nearly forty years, so no one had ever suspected him.
As dawn approached, Nelly set aside his work and called for his manservant to help organize his papers for the next day.
But as the manservant entered the sitting room, Nelly narrowed his eyes. A few seconds later, he sealed the room with his spirituality and demanded, "Who are you?"
This was certainly not his manservant. Someone else had control of the man's Spirit Body Threads.
"As expected of Mr. Pitt. My little trick couldn't fool you." The manservant gave a strange smile, then transformed into a beautiful woman with delicate features.
"Daphne Priestley?" Nelly Pitt recognized her, but that only made him more wary. Since the president's disappearance, the vice chairmen had clashed more than once. They had not become outright enemies, but each now ruled a separate branch.
"What do you want with me?" Nelly Pitt asked cautiously.
Daphne did not keep him guessing. Smiling, she replied, "I'm here to convey the president's orders... The president will hold a gathering at eight on Saturday evening. You are to attend on time."
"What? The