Maximilian listened to the deafening sounds coming from the office, his heart pounding in fear. When he turned back, he saw that the people in the secretary's office had fled, and he instantly felt the malice of the entire world. In his mind, he cursed Griffith Squire, that warlord bandit, with every insult he could muster.
"Maximilian." A man's low and terrifying voice came from inside.
For the first time, Maximilian envied his second brother Arthur White, who had been sent to the United Kingdom. His legs weakened as he entered the office, where he saw the chic and minimalist space in utter disarray. Papers worth millions lay scattered across the floor. Carefully avoiding the shards of glass, he noticed Ignatius Leclair's oldest and longest-used pen smashed to pieces. He didn't even dare to look up.
He vaguely remembered that this pen was a graduation gift from Ignatius's mother, Mrs. Leclair—a final memento she had given him.
