As soon as Hamtal revealed his name, two men dressed in suits entered the reception room.

Each of them carried a briefcase, and their presence exuded a strange sense of intimidation.

Observing them closely, Theobald noticed a black bird tattoo clutching a laurel branch imprinted on the side of their necks.

‘…A simple businessman, you say?’

Theobald withdrew his gaze from the men and looked at Hamtal with a meaningful glint in his eyes.

No matter how one looked at it, based on the aura he gave off and the subordinates he commanded, Hamtal seemed far more like the head of a mafia organization than a mere businessman.

‘But even so…’