The next day, Yulie returned to her duties at the Freyhem Knights’ Order. A lingering chill, likely from what happened the previous night, washed over her. But as the Grand Knight, there was no time for rest.1

She spent the morning sorting through the ledgers, drafting the training schedule, and delegating tasks to the knights. The paperwork alone took up almost two hours.0

“Phew...” Yulie exhaled, stretching her arms above her head, feeling a small wave of accomplishment.0

Bang—!0

At that moment, the door to her office burst open with such force that it nearly splintered. Yulie instinctively sprang to her feet.0

Rockfell, the deputy knight, rushed in, his face drenched in sweat, and shouted, “Grand Knight! We have a serious situation!”0

"Sir Rockfell, what is—"0

Before she could finish, several agents in suits entered behind Rockfell and said, "Alright, Deputy Knight, if you could please wait outside. This matter is not for your concern."0

“Unhand me!” Rockfell demanded, resisting as they forced him toward the exit.1

“Now, now. Let’s not obstruct official duties,” the agent warned, turning his attention to the room. The agents glanced around, their faces showing faint disappointment at the office's plain, no-frills inter...0