Dazai, who was sitting in his chambers after a long hike that took them almost four days, did not rest, but was busy working, sorting out letters and messages from other aristocrats for joint deals to unite together against the enemy Kingdom. Dazai rubbed his eyes tiredly, he was terribly exhausted these days, but he remained collected and quick-witted, there was no time to rest. Dazai turned his gaze out the window, noticing that the moon had already come out into the sky, illuminating the streets with its light and setting shadows on the buildings. Not a single soul on the street, since it is not worth walking around the village at night for safety, a new killer has recently appeared, who has already managed to kill one butcher's family. All these thoughts were slowly driving Dazai crazy.