Inside a small private estate, Guillermo stood with his hands behind his back as he watched the sky outside the window. From dawn to early morning, the darkness slowly faded. By the time everything turned bright, the sun had fully risen.

"What an unfitting kind of weather," he said with a small smile.

Lorenzo and Jose had been waiting for orders this whole time.

Hearing him, Lorenzo chuckled knowingly. "Mr. Vazquez meant today should've been cloudy. Or stormy, preferably."

Guillermo nodded with amusement. "Exactly. Dark roads and bad weather make killing easier. But under this blazing sunshine, the atmosphere feels a bit… off."

Jose crossed his arms, clearly uninterested in poetic remarks. "Julius already made his move. Andrew should've left Chetvine by now."

Guillermo narrowed his eyes and let out a cold laugh. "And Reginald should be stepping into the Eastern Regions as we speak. Swordhaven Keep's Alfredo has probably already drawn his blade."

Lorenzo frowned in confusion. "Bu