I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Sir Spello had been stationed at the western gate for the past few days to receive the Agent of the Saint.

"You state the obvious as if it were something new." The count snorted, then slowly turned his gaze.

At a respectful distance, Spello had already stopped his horse and was awkwardly dismounting. Holding the reins, he approached and bowed his round-cheeked face.

"The Agent of the Saint and his group have just passed through the western gate, Your Excellency."

"I see. Did he leave any message?"

"He asked that you be informed he will visit after first stopping by the Ark Caravan’s lodgings."

"I understand." The count nodded

Rinel, walking beside him, smiled. "Perfect timing. I’ll be able to greet him properly."

"Yes. I’ll do that. You return to the estate and inform the attendants at the annex," the count replied evenly, tilting his chin toward the approaching fork in the road. "And compile a written report on today’s work."