Zafira lay sprawled across the bed, snoring and kicking out every few moments.
Her sweet, charming scent filled the room after their night of pleasure.
Meanwhile, Leonhardt fiddled with the black letter—he couldn't help but feel drawn to it. The envelope was jet black, dark like midnight, with a golden border forming small golden roses, with a large blooming flower in the centre encircled by chains.
"I wonder why I can open it easily, but Zafira suffered."
He used a small blade to open the envelope. Slice. The blade, cleanly cutting through the red stamp pressed on the back.
'The sender really likes chains.'
Because the letter also had the same chain border, along with a message written in a sweet, copper scented ink.
"Is this blood?" Sniff. Yes, it was blood... monster blood.
The strangest thing about the letter was that the top wrote his name.
—To Dungeon Master, Leonhardt
