The handle was twisted and the door was opened forcefully and 6 men rushed into the room, their exaggerated movements caused Michihiro to draw back. Distressed by their abrupt appearance, his eyes darted around, looking for a familiar face.

To his dismay, he could not recognise any one of them.

Are these the servants? Michihiro thought, but their attire said otherwise.

Those well-dressed men talked amongst themselves while occasionally glancing at Michihiro. Naturally, he couldn’t understand the language they were using.