At the end of October, the desolate autumn wind picked up the withered fallen leaves, bringing the chill of late autumn, brushing over the wooden blinds.
The shrubs growing in the courtyard revealed their bare branches, ready to welcome the harsh winter.
In the bedroom on the second floor of the building, a Communication Crystal Ball placed on the desk glowed faintly, casting a translucent Magic Image in mid-air.
"Father."
Facing the image in mid-air, Anvis, dressed in a school uniform, wore an appropriate smile, gave a slight bow, elegant and composed.
"Anvis, give me an explanation."
With a stern look in his azure eyes, Duke Carrot spoke with a hint of confusion in his tone.
The butler Leonard had reported Anvis's recent actions to him, and although the dealings with Cursed Lands were not a big deal, he was curious about why Anvis would do such a thing.
"You are referring to the matter of me using the Family's power to massively purchase Cursed Lands."
