That night, after all the day’s requests had been processed and the guildhall was preparing to close, the receptionists chatted among themselves, wrapping up their tasks for the day.0

Suddenly, the door swung open, drawing everyone’s attention. A figure cloaked in a black robe stood at the entrance, his face obscured.0

The receptionists froze in place. The robed figure slowly advanced toward Rosa.0

She tensed immediately. She couldn’t discern who this person was, but there was something unsettling about him. Her hand instinctively moved under the desk, hovering near the emergency bell. Just as she was about to press it, the man spoke.0

“I have a request to make.” The voice that echoed was that of an elderly man. 0

Hearing it, Rosa realized something. This person held an air of nobility. There were distinct differences in tone and phrasing between nobles and commoners. And Rosa knew that this was no commoner. Rosa withdrew her hand from the bell. Still, something felt off.0

It wasn’t unusual for nobles to wear robes to conceal their identities when submitting requests. Nobles often came to guildhalls to handle matters...0