He was on top of the snowy hill. He was practicing sword fighting while being shirtless, his tall and muscular body full on display. His cold and dark eyes focused. His body was covered in scars which is kinda attractive. He was busy when his crow landed on his shoulder, it had a letter in his mouth. He read the letter and sigh.

"Right... Another mission. I guess resting is not in my luck."

He just went to the grand master's room. He sat on the floor infront of him.

"You called, my lord?" He said with a cold yet respective tone.