The atmosphere throughout the Valecrest Manor during the evening carried an unusual sense of liveliness rarely seen within the enormous estate, as servants, attendants, and maids moved hurriedly through the corridors and dining areas with visible urgency while soft lights gradually illuminated the white-and-navy interiors beneath the descending night. The polished floors reflected the warm glow of the mana lamps while distant footsteps and quiet instructions echoed throughout the manor as preparations continued without pause.
And amidst all that movement—
Whispers quietly spread.
"I heard young master Damon is leaving tomorrow morning…"
"…Really?"
"Yes… that's why tonight's dinner is being prepared personally under Master's orders…"
The maids continued working while exchanging hushed murmurs between themselves, careful not to speak loudly enough for anyone important to overhear.
"But honestly…"
One of the younger maids hesitated before lowering her voice further.
