The Plan
While the three siblings were having their reunion, there was a certain man who was watching them from the window of one of the top floors of the mansion.
It was a tall slender middle-aged man wearing a long tail dark coat who was standing condescendingly on the intricately ribbed floor-to-ceiling window of his wide office.
His long mauve hair was clamped by a neat ponytail and his face gives a noble aura that was strongly enhanced by his gold-rimmed monocle glasses.
"So that's the youngest generation of the Vesala Clan in the Seirende empire?" He mumbled as he was watching the interaction between the siblings.
The butler who had reported their arrival respectfully bowed and replied, "Indeed, My Grace. However, the information that we were able to get was there were still some distant relatives from their generation bearing the name Vesala. However, their bloodline was already far from the allowed purity of the Vesala's main branch."