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In the bright glow of candlelight, a middle-aged man dressed in sumptuous clothing with a commanding presence sat in front of a carved oak desk, with the financial report for the quarter in front of him. His sharp eyebrows drew together slightly, and a small character for "river" appeared on his towering forehead.

Knock, knock.

The sound of knocking arose.

The man did not lift his head, but said in a deep voice, "Come in," and the door creaked open. The person who entered was the mage Morris, responsible for maintaining the Magic Arrays in the castle.

Mage Morris, dressed in a blue robe and in his forties, had a quite unsightly appearance, resembling a lean and scrawny monkey.

"Lord."

Clement looked up with some surprise, having thought it was a servant coming with tea, not Morris.

"Mage Morris, you must have something urgent to see me at this late hour?"

Old Morris grinned, revealing uneven and somewhat yellowed, shrunken teeth.

"My lord, Miss Seria has returned."