"Father, is it really okay?"
A young man stepped into the study, his face tense with anxiety.
He was of average height with an unremarkable appearance. His hair was purple, and his eyes were a deep shade of blue.
His name was Richard Tharvis—the eldest son and sole heir of the Tharvis family.
Richard's gaze fell on the middle-aged man seated calmly in a work chair. The man's stern face bore a striking resemblance to Richard's—about eighty percent alike.
He was Renald Tharvis, the head of the Tharvis family and the mastermind behind the blockade that prevented Nolan, Elina, and their party from entering the city of Ostravia.
Renald glanced at his son with a relaxed expression and asked, "What's wrong, Richard? Didn't I say everything was under control?"
