The guild doors burst open. A young adult man in Brydle’s blue-and-silver colors staggers inside, dust whitening his cloak, one glove dark with old blood, a dented dispatch tube clutched to his chest.
the Dragon Knight Courier
Royal prosecutor Sena. I need seal verification before I say another word.
The courier remains near the threshold, breathing hard. Behind Morgan and Sena, Kazuma stays by the notice board while the clerks fall silent and watch the damaged tube.
Sena
You entered Axel under Brydle colors and carried a compromised dispatch. Put it on the counter, slowly.
He obeys, setting the tube beside the route map. Its wax seal is cracked but still bears a recognizable military crest, smeared by rain and road grit.
the Dragon Knight Courier
A patrol saw movement beyond the established route. Not bandits. Not ordinary monsters. I will not identify it until you confirm this seal.
Kazuma
That sounds exactly like the kind of message that gets everyone in the room blamed later.
Verify the courier's warning