Michael sat down on a seat opposite William. The maid stood dutifully behind the brown haired man, with her lips sealed tightly.
"So? You wanted to speak with me, so out with it." William grunted as he glared at Michael.
Michael sighed tiredly before speaking, "You have been targeting an adventurer party for a while now, and I believe you have used curse magic on one of them. I came here to negotiate her cure." He said.
"Oh, you mean that party with Brutus, the scion of the Henshaw Family?" William scoffed. "Why should I listen to you and undo the curse?"
"As I said, I came here to negotiate. If you do not want to do that, then I guess I will have to force you." Michael replied with a plain poker face.