Hawk

Inside a huge mansion somewhere in a different region, a bespectacled middle-aged man donning a formal scarlet uniform, white capelet, and brown pants knocked on a certain office guarded by two adventurers clad in the highest quality of armor.

Engraved on the back of their cuirasses were the insignia of a hawk soaring in the middle of the sun.

"You may enter"

An old raspy voice sounded from behind the closed adamantite doors–dignified and calm yet powerful and assertive.

Judging from his voice, the old man seemed to have withstood countless trials of father time.

However, there was nary even a hint of exhaustion.

Hearing the old man's approval, the middle-aged man entered the office, fiercely resisting the urge to frown as the repulsive stench of rotting flesh assaulted his olfactory senses.

Nauseated as he was, the middle-aged man didn't dare show the subtlest of hints to the old man.