In this high summer, the mansion next to Lisandra's was always brightly lit at night, with music drifting through the air.
"What should I be aware of when I meet Mr. McCarthy?"
Although Lisandra felt somewhat tired after a long day's work and the trek back home,
since the other party had taken the initiative to invite her, she was surprised and felt that the opportunity was rare.
Visiting the palace next door would be a rare form of relaxation.
Perhaps tomorrow she could even share this new experience and interesting event with the princess.
The one thing that made Lisandra slightly nervous was wondering whether the other side would be a member of the Demon Race who was just too lofty to approach—after all, his presence was deemed too mysterious by the demons.
"There is nothing particular to worry about; he isn't any kind of demon you might imagine,"
the usually stern butler Luka said with a rare hint of a smile, pausing briefly in his steps.
"..."