The viscount Noir, followed by his son, stopped in front of a room. The main butler of the mansion was standing near the door, and after his master gave him the order, he opened the door.
The instant they entered the room, a middle-aged man stood up from the sofa. He had been waiting for them and saluted the viscount and his son with a polite bow.
The expression of the duo of father and son on their faces fell in front of this man. The captain of the city of Blanche, a rank 6 Intermediate Warrior, had his right arm missing.
"Captain Mengua, I hope I didn't let you wait too much." The viscount took back his spirit before presenting his son. "This is Delia, my son. I think I know why you are here, so let's enter the core of the subject if you want."