"It feels like a lot of time has passed since I've been here," Marcus said, entering his office along with Graves.
"One year is not that long, My Prince," Graves replied.
"I wouldn't recommend calling me Prince in my current appearance,"
A faint smile appeared on Graves' lips.
"Duly Noted, Professor!"
Unlike Ymir, who was disguised, Graves was in his original appearance.
Because a person like Graves Corbin has no identity or past. His whole life was recalibrated even before he had a chance to serve the castle and its bearer.
The office was the same as before, with subtle renovations that gave it the aesthetics of shadowed luxury. A broad working bench in the centre, on its surface was a single grey file. Behind it, a tall black wood-framed window lit the interior of the office.
Along the wall, a towering shelf stacked countless diaries, a collection of Marcus's. Graves observed those diaries with a deep passion… something like curiosity.
