The winter is cold and ruthless, the land is covered in snow as you stand at the stairwell of your mansion, looking at your servants and knights waiting for you at the end of the staircase.

Amidst them seems to be standing an odd man, someone you hadn’t seen before.

“This is Everett Beaumont, the mercenary you wanted us to hire, ma’am,” the head butler tells you. The man named Everett has a clear frown on his face, not even seeming to hide that he is displeased with you.