Rod City, Castle Antechamber.

Sylvie sat at the head of the conference table with a sullen expression, while Loli stood behind him gently massaging his shoulders, and Roye stood solemnly at his side.

The core members under Sylvie's command in the antechamber were all silent as if they were walking on thin ice, clearly sensing that My Lord was in a foul mood.

Sylvie hadn't expected that Marquis Rod, that cowardly dog, would escape through a tunnel.