Early next morning.
The servants and house attendants were going on about their day. Cleaning the house, preparing means, and all that stuff.
They had seen Zaen walking around, but clearly, the overall mood of the household was down.
To them, Zaen was a good boy who, despite suffering the loss of parents, always remained strong for Aeron's sake, but the determined boy they knew was gone… at least that's what they thought.
"We must help the young master adapt to the new life," one of the maids urged the others.
"Yes. Young Master has always been kind to us. If anything, we should repay him for everything through our work—"
The lady had barely finished speaking when the doorbell rang. One of the maids hurriedly opened the door, wondering who it was. When she did, a tall, red-haired girl was standing outside, smiling.
Even without makeup, she looked decent, and the way she was dressed screamed of a rich household as she carried a black case on her back.
