Meanwhile in the Armand Region, Armand Estate.
Inside Garius's private room, Alf and Erinnette stood silently beside him as he carefully read through a stack of handwritten reports.
Knock knock.
"Come in," Garius said.
The door opened, and a man stepped in calmly. Garius looked up and smiled faintly.
The man bowed politely toward Garius, then nodded to Alf and Erinnette.
"My lord. Sir Alf. Mrs Erinnette."
Garius smirked. "The leader of my shadow unit, finally here. What do you have for me?"
The man stepped forward and presented a sealed scroll.
"Here's the report you requested, my lord."
Garius took it. "Good. So, how's everything?"
The shadow unit leader spoke plainly, his tone sharp and efficient.
"Thanks to young master Javier's invention—the mana talkie—our shadow teams have been completing missions more smoothly. With the new magic smoke bombs and black uniform enhancements, it's easier to move unnoticed. Even those without stealth spells can now move in silence."
