Three days have passed since two major events stirred up the City of Knowledge, Leipzig.
When Feyn Heinrich von Leipzig finally returned to his most loyal City of Knowledge, Leipzig, by carriage, he went straight to his mansion first thing.
As he arrived at the entrance, the pre-informed butler was already waiting there.
Seeing the butler's hesitance, Count Leipzig guessed much of the situation.
——If nothing unexpected happened, there must be someone waiting for him at home.
"Who?"
Count Leipzig did not stop but simply took off his light coat and handed it to the old butler, while asking directly.
"It's General Karl..."
The butler followed behind Leipzig, holding the coat he had taken off, and added, "In your bookroom."
"He didn't go through my stuff, did he?"
Count Leipzig asked subconsciously, but then waved his hand dismissively: "Never mind, it doesn't matter... You can go now."
