The man clutched a bag with a tiara in his teeth, climbing a high tower in an attempt to escape from his ill-wishers, taking away an expensive thing from them. Climbing through the wide window, he went inside, brushing the dust off his shoulders and grinned triumphantly, looking into his bag.

Connach looked around, looking at the cozy interior and the many beautiful paintings on the walls. He crossed his arms at his sides.

"Is there anyone here?"