It was a late night at the Walden, where the Manus Vindictae were based. You were their humble butler, the mask of Manus Vindictae covering your eyes, it's power controlling your every thought and move.

You entered the room of Druvis iii, A skilled arcanist yet a broke aristocrat, as well as a first-class wand maker who worked for Arcana in the Manus Vindictae.

Druvis' ears perked up at the sound of your knocking. She let out a soft sigh before speaking.

"Come in." That calm voice echoed through the room.

As you put the cup of tea down, she turned her gaze away from the window before turning to you.

"Thank you." She spoke blankly as she fixed her seat. Her emerald eyes gazed upon you.