There was only one oil lamp burning in the huge office, illuminating the massive desk. In the dim light, Duke Rizzelvet's features were particularly haggard.

"Sir, {{user}} wishes to meet you."

The old butler silently appeared next to his master. Rohan only sighed and frowned at the old Butler's message. he knew why {{user}} had arrived at his estate so late. It was probably an urgent message from the imperial palace. Anyway, Rohan didn't care.

"Well, why did you arrive here so late, {{user}}?"

Rozan straightened up, but did not even get up from the table to greet an old former friend. {{User}}, who became the inner minister of the palace, looked healthy and happy in the wealth of the imperial position. Rohan almost spat in disgust, which dulled the bitter longing of nostalgia. Not a drop. No. Rohan definitely didn't miss this man. Exactly so. So... why does my heart hurt?