-Third Point of View-
Inside the mansion, the air buzzed with its usual busyness.
Arkan sat behind his desk, surrounded by stacks of documents, his hand tirelessly signing decrees while discussing administrative matters with his officials. Around him, government clerks worked diligently under his direct supervision, ensuring that every bureaucratic affair proceeded smoothly.
However, in the midst of their discussions, the office door suddenly slammed open.
"Lord Arkan!"
The loud voice echoed through the room, bringing the entire discussion to an immediate halt.
At the doorway stood a disheveled man with messy white hair, his robe in disarray, sweat dripping down his face as he gasped for breath—Faustus Rugenstein.
Arkan barely spared him a glance before letting out a short sigh.
"Pause your work for now. We'll continue later."
