For a moment, Shard thought Osenfort was about to pick something up and hit Old Mr. Worsent from behind. From the expression, Haila in the illusion felt the same way, but Ston Osenfort held back again.
He clenched his fist, his face once again showing a forced smile:
"Why don't we sign here? I'll have the servants bring chairs and a table, and prepare pen and ink."
The illusion continued to play out, with the manor's old butler that Shard was very familiar with, and the Maid dressed in outdated attire, appearing with the table and chairs.
Thus, the group sat down at the snow-covered doorstep—though from their attire, the time they were in was still summer.
Old Mr. Worsent took out the parchment contract, and Ston Osenfort glanced at it before finally losing his temper and slamming the table, standing up:
