Amyes

Amyes only looked to be around thirty some years old. He wore a fitting white robe without any other ornaments, which gave him a clean and pure look. This elevated his extraordinary handsomeness even more. In addition, there was an attractive, graceful charm about him. However, to the nobles of the Lancelot Empire, Amyes’ ever elegant smile and graceful handsomeness was shrouded by a shadow of death. A noble was simply out of luck if they were targeted by him. At the bare minimum, they would be thrown in jail after their property was seized, and at worse, instant execution. Of the three heavyweights of the Dark Mantle, Cecilia usually carried out activities in foreign lands, Candide was responsible for gathering domestic intel and investigating other Empires’ assassins. As for Amyes, he was in charge of monitoring and intimidating the dignitaries. The three of them coordinated with each other very well. Candide and Cecilia rarely showed their faces and never posed any threat to the Empire’s nobles, so Amyes was the one that most of them were familiar with and also feared the most. There wasn’t an aristocrat that wasn’t afraid of him.