A Chance

In the outskirts of City A, a lone mansion stood on top of a snowy hill. It held ten people only and out of those ten people, four were the masters of the house.

One of the four was walking along the corridor and thinking to herself. She wore a simple shirt and trousers and the cold from outside did nothing to affect her. Why would it affect her when she herself held power greater than the cold?

She looked up from her thinkng and saw a man walking towards her from the other side. He wore a priest outfit in black and had a large chain cross hanging on his neck. His hands were held behind him and he had a disturbing smile on his face as he came towards her.

This was Priest Regulus. The follower of the lord.