In the eastern district of the city, at the Duke's Mansion.
The Duke of Bold, his hair flecked with grey, lay half-reclined in his chair, eyes lightly closed.
Behind him, a maid who had undergone professional training was carefully massaging his shoulders with techniques said to have been handed down from the Elf Clan.
Thin tendrils of smoke gently rose from the incense burning on the table, enswathing the room in a hazy veil.
This was a kind of magic incense that could calm the mind and spirit. Originating from Moon God Island, it helped to relax one's mood and had some revitalizing effects.
From time to time, coughing fits wracked the old Duke's body, shaking him violently. The severe coughs that sounded as if they would expel his heart and lungs made one's own body feel uncomfortable just hearing them.
However, the old Duke had long since grown accustomed to this.
He knew his health was failing more with each passing day.
